I am embracing the cold rushing in Like ice to a diamond It’s a new kind of rough you can find me in
When the sail starts flapping in the wind I say cool. That looks cool. Now do you think the 2nd movement has too many violins?
Don’t get too close You’ll detect in the west coast air in my chest And the way I hold it in there It’s the taming of the hands that came back to life When she synchronized swam on the ice in ‘03 Oh, but enough about me
Will you live in the physical world?
And though explosions make debris And catching it kind of suits you It doesn’t suit me She said: My sails are flapping in the wind I said: Can I use that in a song? She said: I mean, “The end begins” I said: I know, can I use that too?
Will you live in the physical world? With the sun setting low and the shadows unfurled Can you live with the way they make you look unreal?