I am a wall of sand and stone
 and you, you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold as best as I can.
 As best as I can.

 But I'm a disaster,
 I could not be burning faster

 I stick my arms into webs,
 I take my meals with weirdos,
 And play with my rocket ships.

 And all the while you, you
 are [bad word] 
 [bad word]  [bad word] 
 You are the most gracious thing I know.
 Touched by crooking flowers
 Touched by snow 

 And I put my rockets away.
 I think you're fantastic.
 I'll put my rockets away.
 I know that you care.
 I'll put my rockets away.
 And you
 I'll put my rockets away.
 are a house of skin and hair.

 I've [bad word] off of fumes again.
 I've [bad word] off my mouth.
 I've [bad word] in the hours
 between midnight and dawn
 In the direction of the moon.
 With the impression that's the way,
 the way to find your house.

 So, hey, I will build your bastion 
 And hey, how long can you put up with these questions
 When you got nowhere to go except
 into the terrible air?

 And I put my rocket away.
 I think you're fantastic
 I'll put my rocket away.
 I know that you care
 I'll put my rockets away.
 And you
 I'll put my rockets away.
 are a house of skin and hair)

 Erring on the side of culture apparently past [bad word] down from the good rack crystal glass

 'Cause I, I'm a wall of sand and stone.
 And you, your some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold
 as best as I can.