we talked up all night and still came to no conclusion we started a fight that ended in silent confusion
and as we sat stuck you could hear the trash truck making its way through the neighborhood
picking up the thrown out different from house to house we get to decide what we think is no good
we're sculpted from youth the chipping away makes me weary and as for the truth it seems like we just pick a theory
and it's the one that justifies our daily lives and backs us with quiver and arrows
to protect openings cause when the warring begins how quickly the wide open narrows
into the smallness of our deconstruction of love we thought it was changing but it never was it's just the same as it ever was
a family of foxes came to my yard and dug in so i looked in a book to see what this could possibly mean
yeah cause there's fate in the breeze signs in the trees impossible tragic events
when forces collide with the damage strewn wide and holes blasted straight through the fence
oh the sky starts to crash (into the smallness of) the rain on the roof starts to drumming (our) and laid up like cache (deconstruction of love) you'll take on my list of shortcommings
and now the show starts to close (the show) i know how this goes (starts to close) the plots a predicatable showing
and though it seems grand we're just one speck of sand and back to the hourglass we're going
back to the smallness of (into the smallness of) our deconstruction of love (our deconstruction of love) we thought it was changing but it never was
we're still in the smallness of (into the smallness of) our deconstruction of love (our deconstruction) we thought it was changing but it never was