Robert Pollard - Boxing About lyrics

The flower of your madman May start to grow In your heart It's been in you not confident But in the naked city I spot it in the dark who*e memories have taken The vaccinations from your box From pockets of no stoppage The madness of the factories The spacing of the rocks I need my defiance Your prayer, come on sing it to me The tower of your madness Why, it makes me die Many style is blues Everything is what we may lose Your innocence is pale Standing to my hammer and nail So drive, not drive Just nail it, not paying too mind The time, not times No ceiling, no walls or deadlines To find, not find I'm failing to keep you inside But I'm getting much better I'm getting much better