Passion Pit Make Light
So, now we see
Comes burying my burnt remains
These puddles clouds
Oh I, I understand now
But darkness falls like shattered pieces
Dangling, shimmering
Torn and tattered yet crowned
Oh, I'll not be told 'no' to 'no more!'
You must believe to hear me sing these
Messy morsels of my self-assuring love
Oh it's painful kneading
Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles
That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong
Why do they all look like me?
So I try, and I scream and I beg and I sigh
Just to prove I'm alive
And it's alright
Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light of my treacherous life
If I had hands I'd hold up high my
Lofty dreams and my alibi's real name
But I've no strength
So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn
There's a ghost in your eye
There is someone that knows more than I but I'm quick to deny
