[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