THAT'S NOT MUSIC YOU HEAR

YOUR BRIGHT EYES RENDER ALL DISCUSSION POINTLESS

THE VOID WILL CLAIM ALL CREATURES SMALL OR BRIGHT

THERE'S A MESSAGE IN THE SONG BUT THE MESSAGE IS HOPELESSLY COMPLICATED

GROW FAT, AND GROW OLD, AND GO BLIND, AND BE CONTENT

I WAS SHINING LIKE A MIGRAINE HEADACHE

GO DOWN TO THE NETHERWORLD, PLANT GRAPES

DAY GIVES WAY TO DAY GIVES WAY TO DAY GIVES WAY TO DAY

FEEL IN MY BONES JUST WHAT THE FUTURE HAS IN STORE

I HIDE DOWN IN MY CORNER BECAUSE I LIKE MY CORNER

A KIND AND LOVING GOD WON'T LET MY SMALL SHIP RUN AGROUND

QUIET STARLIGHT HARDENED THE GROUND TILL THE STREET SHONE LIKE A DIAMOND

ALL HAIL THE MYSTERIOUS GAP

I'VE GOT ROOM IN MY HOUSE FOR YOU

THE STEPS LEADING UP TO THE FRONT PORCH ARE STAINED WITH BLOOD

WHEN YOU CAME IN I COULD BREATHE AGAIN