[Verse 1]
I can feel it on my tongue; brick and mortar
Thick as scripture, drawing lines in the sand and laying borders
As tall as towers
I babble on until my voice is gone
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
Coloured indigo, and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
But the words fall flat like
Cymbals crashing, like molars gnashing

[Chorus]
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Looking for the faces, looking for the shapes in the silence

[Verse 2]
All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is
The chasm of the night and a matter of time
But I hear the rumble as the tectonic plates start to shake
And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum

[Chorus]
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Clinging to the faces, clinging to the shapes in the silence
[Instrumental]

[Chrous]
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
Everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be all right