Choose to use your heart
If even towards the harshest fate
That it may be swallowed
A masticated, mistaken thing
That you may ripely pine
In the mammoth nothing of the night
Left to your own devices
And too exhausted to know what you want
I know I know
And oh, such is the torment
Of the giving of your organs
When given willingly,
How merciless a hand can be on you
And oh the sour fear of defeat
Like wounded soldiers all still and slight
Lining like silk
All the roads to your marrow
And all the heaps of hurt
Well they've had it up to here with you and further
But when you feel it at your hip, every time how you wish that it was home
Singing
Lay me down, Lay me low
Let go your crown, Disarm me
Singing
Take me south, Take me home
Hold your own, and claim me
That we may ripely pine
In the mammoth nothing of the night
Left to our own devices
And we'll know, know just what we want
We'll know
We'll know what we want.
