Letras
I'm higher now than ever, I thought I'd leave prepared
Defying how gravity had so long refused my prayer
The light above the stage door is a blossom in the dark of Gary's street
It sets a rose upon a ruined stem
That falls the way I once did at your feet
Come the turn of story, come the moving floor
If you provide the terms of my surrender, then I'll provide the war
I stumbled in and you asked me what the black is on my hands
I mumbled then, something like, "Moving Earth and Heaven marks a man"
But in truth, my shoe them on the dirt that lies by the side of my door
For I've been holding back the sea
I know that means to sweep me to its floor
Come the rising story, come the floating door
If you provide the terms of my surrender, then I'll provide the war
I don't play bird, I don't play bird
Except for money, well, I don't play no bird
And I don't speak, no, I won't speak
And save for fire, I don't hear a word
I'm coming to, to find the vine that's breeched my country home
It's grown up through the floorboards, but it leaves my roof alone
It wants to bloom inside these rooms
And raise my children like they were its own
It wants to thread a line inside my spine
As if it thought I just might come undone
Come the end of the story, come my want for more
If you provide the terms of my surrender, then I'll provide the war