[Verse 1]

Yeah, it all comes down

To the geography of clouds

And coordinates of your scrap-heap dreams

And your star maps

The ones of Hades

Well, if I were you, I wouldn't trust the thing

I never waited

For this to become something it wasn't supposed to be

And the clang and bang

Of those big guitars

It's in the small things, so

Holy and pristine

[Chorus]

You were good with your cues

Good with your promptings

And your hands were never cold

She says, "You may know her body

But you still don't know her soul"

[Verse 2]

Are we angel

Animal or machine?

The volumes are heavy with critique and calibrations

And the question posed

Of man's purpose or his bent

And your wrecked-up heart gets to weigh the evidence

Could be the liquor

Or it could be the pills

Could be the clash of chemistries against ambition's blind will

But after all

There's never really been

Quite such a thing as an original sin

[Chorus]

You were good with your cues

Good with your promptings

And your hands were never cold

She says, "You may know her body

But you still don't know her soul"

[Verse 3]

And you're sucked-punched

Reeling about

And you fall to your knees, and you're down for the count

Was it something the age

Slipped into your drink?

Or was it more like the air everyone breathes around here 'til they stink?

And the temperature drops

Like a sledgehammer as you lean hard into a December wind

But love given and received

Is all that really matters

And this is where the strings come in

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 4]

There was a palace

But the rooms were all barren

You know, the one you had planned to rob

And me, well I

Went down to the river

And let the current and the Spirit start to do its job

'Cause beginnings

Are waves never ending

And the endings are breaking in fits and starts

And the shards of our mistakes

They're on magnetic tape

And the meter's pegging red in our staticky little hearts

Well, it all comes down

To geography of clouds

Where the light of love just passes right through

And those million faces you have worn

Well, none of them was exactly you

[Chorus]

You were good with your cues

Good with your promptings

And your hands were never cold

She says, "You may know her body

But you still don't know

You may know her body

But you still don't know her

You may know her body

But you still don't know her soul"