I'm leaving this place with the cloths on my back As if everything old were new again I only said what you already knew, what you were thinking There's color in your sadness, in the way you move Like a pale yellow shining through a dirty white What moves you like words that you love (and our heart beat in our fingertips, without reason) What captivates you to watch the ice melt You're offending motion, you are nothing but wings I'll tear them off At least I have the everlasting novelty of uninhabited sensation And the pleasure of uncertainty What moves you like words that you love? (and our heart beat in our fingertips without reason) What captivates you to watch the ice melt Offending motion, you're nothing but wings Offending motion, I'll tear them off How many caesars have I been? Every cadaver sacred, every cadaver critical This world isn't mine, it's me My conscience is nothing but a blot of ink On a sheet of paper, tearing us apart One day the bitter angels of our character will string us back together And two will become one