In The Direction Of The Moon

x2 I- I'm a wall of sand, and stone, and you - you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold as best as I can as best as I can. But I'm a disaster! I could not be burning faster! I stick my arms into webs! I take my meals with weirdos, and play with my rocket ships. And all the while, you - - you - are so composed. so composed so composed You are the most gracious thing I know - touched by cooking fires, touched by snow. Woah. And I - I think you're fantastic, and I - I know that you care. I'll put my rockets away, if you let fall your house of skin and air. x4 I've been running off of fumes, again. I've been running off my mouth. I've been running in the hours between midnight and dawn in the direction of the moon, with the impression that's the way- the way to find your house. So hey, have you built your bastion? And hey, how long can you put up with these questions, when you've got nowhere to go except into the terrible air? And I - I think you're fantastic, and I - I know that you care. I'll put my rockets away, if you let fall your house of skin and - Erring on the side of caution - apparently past, come down from the rim of that crystal glass. Cause I - I'm wall of sand, and stone, and you - you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold as best as I can.