[Intro]
He who thinks one can lie with words
He who thinks one can lie with words
Might think that it was happening here
Might think that it was happening here
[Verse 1]
Touch my brain
Gla**-contained
Trace my rivets and ridges and rivets and ridges
Find where you are
Pry inside
Find where she hides
The girl on the edge of a jutting piece of land
Arching over the cliff like a diving board
She's swallowing lightning
My point of view's spinning
[Verse 2]
I'm knelt on the gra**
Sun stays overcast
She pulls me with little to no effort
Like a feather on a Pegasus's wing
And flies me off
I'm gripping on something
The wind is all whipping
Details are impossible
Land with no understanding
[Bridge]
He who thinks one can lie with words
He who thinks one can lie with words
Might think that it was happening here
Might think that it was happening here
I keep having the same strange dream
Where the presence that drives me to write flies with me
I want you to touch my brain
And finally see what I mean so I feel sane
But instead, you just say, “What's up?”
And I say nothing
I don't say nothing