Oh my heart, it is weak just like my coffee
Battle scarred, fighting every war by proxy
It is crude, it's construction paper torn
And grade school glue, but it is weathering the storm
Oh my hands, they have traced your empty outline
Made demands, bringing offerings to your shrine
I'm just a priest running faster than I should
With skinned up knees to Holy Ground that does me good
Oh my head, electric and impulsive
Says "come to bed," we can make our medicine
And keep it close while the head, the heart exhale
Speak in code and spell on skin with vapor trails
Oh my lungs, they are starting to breathe deeper
Quiet drums pushing air out to the ether
That lights a spark, a desperate flare I send to you
Get home by dark
Get here by any way you choose
Get here by any way you choose
Get here by any way you choose