Constellations

[00:11.41] I can feel it on my tongue

[00:14.66] Brick and mortar as thick as scripture

[00:18.41] Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers

[00:27.91] I babble on until my voice is gone

[00:33.91] This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks

[00:39.66] Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar

[00:46.90] But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing

[00:52.90] Like molars gnashing

[00:56.91] 'Cause like constellations a million years away

[01:02.41] Every good intention, every good intention

[01:08.16] Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array

[01:13.65] Looking for the faces

[01:16.40] Looking for the shapes in the silence

[01:30.40] All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night

[01:37.90] And a matter of time

[01:39.90] But I hear the rumble

[01:42.65] As the tectonic plates start to shake

[01:46.16] And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum

[01:53.40] 'Cause like constellations a million years away

[01:58.65] Every good intention, every good intention

[02:04.41] Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array

[02:09.90] Clinging to the faces

[02:12.91] Clinging to the shapes in the silence

[03:01.23] Like constellations imploding in the night

[03:06.48] Everything is turning, everything is turning

[03:12.23] And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light

[03:17.47] And everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be all right