| Detect my sudden existence on your sonar
|
| You feel the echo
|
| Electrify the resistance in your broken heart
|
| And burn it up, oh
|
| We’re gonna photosynthesize and drink up the sunrise
|
| So do they ever shut up because you said so or
|
| Do you overthink 'em all
|
| Somebody ought to corrupt you on the dance floor
|
| And take you home
|
| Show you all your daemons and desires and dark sides
|
| All of your colonies and continental divides
|
| Let me uncover the silver in your dark hair
|
| The weight of your bones
|
| I want to witness the beauty of your repair
|
| The shape you’ve grown
|
| For you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky
|
| You’re made of memories you bury or live by
|
| So if you’re out there in the cold
|
| I’ll cover you in moonlight
|
| If you’re a stranger to your soul
|
| I’ll bring you to your birthright
|
| I want the storm inside you awoken now
|
| I want your warm bright eyes
|
| To never look away
|
| Don’t you ever look away
|
| Some nights we open up the flood
|
| And some nights we are lost
|
| And some nights we’re choking on the words
|
| But some we light on fire
|
| If you’re out there in the cold
|
| I’ll cover you in moonlight
|
| If you’re a stranger to your soul
|
| I’ll bring you to your birthright
|
| I want the storm inside you awoken now
|
| I want your warm bright eyes
|
| To come back to me
|
| And hold on to me
|
| You know I won’t lie
|
| I will never look away
|
| Don’t you ever look away |