Symphonies and Vans

We are the age of reason

There is no turning back

And I'm not talking 'bout

Righteousness and all that crap

You put your hand on my shoulder

Come on, don't look so lost

But there is no art these days, I say

There's just the frame and what it cost

And then we wonder why we're lost

Well, he knows all about the damage

And he takes me anyway

The way he pulls me in with his big hands

He talks in symphonies and engines and vans

Oh, my man, he's a rare catch to land

Come here, let me wipe the engine grease from your face

Throw me down with your hands around my waist

My man, watch out, I see white wedding lace, yes, I do

He gets this smirk on him whenever he lies

I think I see my children in his eyes

No, he can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize

And he can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize

My man, I see my children in his eyes

My man, I see my children in his eyes

I'm in the house on my own

So I get the atlas out

And Madagascar, yeah, I'd like a bit of that

I trace my finger down

To La Reunion

But you can't go everywhere

And really, home is with my man

Well, you know he understands

All about the damage, yes, he does

And he takes me anyway

The way he pulls me in with his big hands

He talks in symphonies and engines and vans

Oh, my man, he's a rare catch to land

Come here, let me wipe the engine grease from your face

Throw me down with your big hands around my waist

Oh, my man, watch out, I'll be collecting white wedding lace

He gets this smirk on him whenever he lies

I think I see my children in his eyes

No, he can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize

And he can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize

He can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize

My man, I see my children in his eyes

My man, I see my children in his eyes