Constellations

Intro: Verse: 1 I can feel it on my tongue Brick and mortar as thick as scripture Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers I babble on until my voice is gone Verse: 2 This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing Like molars gnashing 'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Looking for the faces Looking for the shapes in the silence Verse: 3 All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night And a matter of time But I hear the rumble As the tectonic plates start to shake And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum 'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Clinging to the faces Clinging to the shapes in the silence Solo Like constellations imploding in the night Everything is turning, everything is turning And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light And everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be all right End