I am embracing the [bad word] 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?