I Would Set Myself On Fire For You - Twelve lyrics

No, well not patiently serenade and await The coming of all that is ours for the taking Come hither cooing from our lips escapes No soft whispered, therefore not poetry Well, accent our lives This trials so desperate and dire So hackneyed, held hardly together By our hoarse screams heard only between What's sewn in song The stitching seems so severely immaterial, I'm sure But this is ours Produced for our pleasure, not yours Not yours On these words of our evolving truth We've patterned our lives, building bolt by bolt Laying floorboards and walls with our sweat and our blood And our ten blistered hands to uproot our old plans To throw off and leave To leave, yes, we will leave this place For a life not contrived by those that came before us Pack your bags, hurry up Get the van, we're riding up Pack your bags, hurry up Get the van, we're heading up Pack your bags, hurry up Get the van, we're heading up Pack your bags, hurry up Get the van, we're heading up Tell your dad that we're going, we're going Our hour nears, watch the way the hands circumscribe the face Then we will fly, we will flee from this thirteenth colony Our hour nears, just watch the way the hands circumscribe the face We will fly, we will flee from this thirteenth colony Oh yeah, god damn Come on, yeah, god damn Okay, okay, come on, yeah, god damn To the blue suspended cirrus stirred by arrowheads of sparrow's flights (Make room for me) To the tangles of the forest's viral vacuoles knotted lives (Make room for me) To the horizon forever afoot, the waning western light (Make room for me) To the ocean's open bellies, black and swelling, starving, rise (Make room for me)