There's been a moth kamikazeing my light for days And at first I condescended, now I think it's brave I'm seeing symbols I cannot explain Every thought stops just before it hits my brain So every soft spot's safe from every tiny strain So I never look for fractures in the frame Like caveats to every single cemetery plot Cause added up the sum of everything you've done Is only equal to the weight on both your aching shoulder blades The trophy case of accolades, the china and the dinner plates The praises slurred, but never heard Despite each crafted triumph of a word Let's get some music in this mausoleum Let's make a mockery of meaning A moratorium on ceilings Like any one of us could grow remotely tall enough These bodies of ours they will break These bodies of ours they will break These bodies of ours they will break So it's a race to pry your way to something great I naively believed I could stay On the sly, on the right side of fate But I coughed and it gave me away It said “That body of yours it will break And your family is laying awake You had time you decided to waste So this is you now” I said “fine, I believe you, okay…” Sure, there's a compromise in every pair of open eyes It's just that if you focus on it ninety-nine percent of the time you'll find There are certain things that cannot be sustained There are things you'll understand, and things you'll plan, and seeds you'll plant There are things you'll make and things you'll change But go ahead, concentrate on the couple things you can't