As much as I pluck it out, antennae remain

And when it's real quiet I make out a signal that's faint

It doesn't come natural

I exercise control

I put the lamb's blood on my door

I put the lamb's blood on my door

I hold myself back, I bite my tongue, the patience that took

Though I may seem expressionless, my body's a book

It doesn't come natural

I exercise control

I put the lamb's blood on my door

Our most precious ambitions fail

Love, it is conditional

Our most precious ambitions fail

Love, it is conditional

As much as I pluck it out, antennae remain

And when it's real quiet I make out a signal that's faint

Our most precious ambitions fail

Love, it is conditional

Our most precious ambitions fail

Love, it is conditional