Still i want you to love me, from the garbage to the stars
but it s a rare stone
Make new constellations, slants the light and the heat
flies in amber sand in soap
Still i want you to love me, fold me in your grace, air trapped in the glass
as narrow as the archer s window grows
Behind the armory, slants the light and the heat, slants the light and the heat
Behind the armory, as narrow as the archer s window grows
Through the vines and the street, i will never let you see
still i want you to love me
fold me in your grace
through the vines and the street
Behind the armory, slants the light and the heat
Slants the light and the heat, as narrow as the archer s window grows, but it s a rare stone
Through the vines and the street, behind the armory
Tongue tied i cut and run, fleeing ever faster, behind the armory
Still i want you to love me, as narrow as the archer s window grows
fold me in your grace
behind the armory
Tongue tied i cut and run, flies in amber sand in soap, behind the armory
Through the vines from the street, but it s a rare stone, as narrow as the archer s window grows
I will never let you see, i will never let you see Behind, fold me in your grace
As narrow as the archer s window grows, fleeing ever faster