I am a collector I lay my head away in what the ancients made I go back to catch myself up Been a colossal art to curb the motor parts And I don’t know what’s better You sewing up your craze, you line your suit for days I cut the waves to keep my head up I couldn’t stitch the bend, so awful permanent A stack of loose leaning narratives, I don’t care what state you’re in A stack of loose leaning narratives, I don’t care what state you’re in I don’t think anyone else here is new I put that waltzing haunt on the shelf It nearly buried my health You knew as well as anyone else I wasn’t asking for help I let the offers fall by the side In a mean fit of pride And, yes, the wrecker of my eye But I feel funny inside Just thinking maybe if I watched the sea long enough I could pick it up Or even maybe if you turned to me long enough I could be enough A stack of loose leaning narratives, I don’t care what state you’re in A stack of loose leaning narratives, I don’t care what state you’re in I don’t think anyone else here is new I asked if death was fake Just an honest mistake Just our agrarian seduction to the next place Do you think we’d be ok? And maybe fill the space? And maybe then be even less afraid of earthquakes? And as the buildings age We’ll tell them all the same That we’ll commemorate the good ones by a good name And if it’s all the same, well, I’ll still probably waste... Away But darling bricks and stones would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone else Hey darling bricks and stones would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone else Bricks and stones would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone else Bricks and stones would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone You started guessing at my heavy lending Were right to question all the time I’m spending Was picking up but then I saw the ocean I wasn’t mad enough for constant motion I should’ve known you’d be the first to notice That I was trying to get back my focus Ah, that part