A.C. Newman - The Collected Works lyrics

There was a tempest roaring in the deep blues There just to put the revolution in you You compared the cost of a war With walking into a wall Nobody saw you coming, including me The empty bottles of coup d'état at your feet You repeat the same free advice The kind of entrance you'd have Expected from the collected works of exits You have defended the chemistry of the divide But careful wallops of conversation aside A beat too late and it's gone A twist on natural law Then you arrive with an impact rivaling science Sealed, delivered, a gift to the magi signed: "To my old friend the news, Who dropped in recently, Unexpected from the collected works of exits." You faked your way through legend and into the black Your careful wallops of conversation stacked In towers so high that you thought "Here is the entrance I'd have Expected from the collected works of exits." From the collected works of exits From the collected works of exits