There's a force that holds you together
It's the same one that pulls you through me
An underground generator
That holds you to your vow of mystery

There's a hill where we scattered all the magpies
And you held time in the space between your lips
And in the distance was a close-up picture
All this music on a mobius strip

And all the numbers that you cannot count to
Winding sound into books and buildings
Calloused skin from all of the habit
That we wore while shipbreaking
Shipbreaking

There are words that flare from your mouth
A gradual thickening of the air
There's the buzz of our failure, our failure
The weight of which we cannot bear

There's the bed where I dreamed against you
Until our limbs became transparent
And I attempted to breathe through paper
And you made rules for what has not happened yet

We thought breathing mere translation
Scared that our lungs took up too much space
How we longed to become weightless
Simulated and shipbreaking
Shipbreaking

There's a way that I tried to contain you
With all of my small grammatical worries
Being guilty of the forceful
And the constant search for meaning

But I have swept away many opponents
Wielding eloquence but very little grace
While moneychangers took the temple
With us outside shipbreaking
Shipbreaking

There's the night when you came over
And we just lay there trembling
You reached through me and you turned the lamp down
And said show me all the things you think you see

I said a summer storm so heavy that it marks you
A lover's bike that is fastened to a tree
The spill of wax on the floor of the bedroom
All these things
All these things

Copyright: Mute Song Limited
Writer(s): IAN CRAIG