Lyrics
I guess it's plausible apostasy
You know how much you mean to me
So you're proud of your mouth
Sold out poems from the South
You surprised me with your symmetry
Your Roman rings, your tyranny
You rambled back and forth
'Bout some future furies from the North
Cardinal points appear before
The silver scenes that we adore
Beneath the blessed scenery
You conjured all your warmth for me
And so illuminated love
Fell like fever from above
Cardinal points appear before
The silver scenes that we adore