Leverage Models Too Cold For Magic
Hoping to god you'd go along, trying to bring you home:
I took the job
(failing your heart...so say the Children Of Surveillance
Who know)
Hundreds of times you've shunned me before and hundreds of times
You've seen I'm gonna write you 'til you've written me off
In a language I cannot read
Once and for all when the zombies have victory I'll learn to dance and you'll step
Right over me while the sun beats out of time
Love's last visit cried "I won't ever change!"
Stowed away in sunless rooms with dancing shoes and magic on the brain
I tried to love you like a sniper or like a Christian loves his enemies
...got along too well with you
...forgot to ask you to fashion an escape
Stars so vibrant they rattle your eyes
Asking us to lie and wait
Into the raw and over the fire
A wandering childlike state
Baby, it's too cold for magic - this weather will eat you alive!
Maybe some time you can turn on a dime and set my body free once and for all