I can keep my head in sight

When the modern drift is all I have

You can pull my head aside

But the modern drift is all I have

When the moment dies

And I come to you

With a broken lie

That I made for you

Will I let you see you're not

With the living ghosts?

Will they catch your sight

Or the back of you?

I can keep my head in sight

When the modern drift is all I have

You can pull my head aside

But the modern drift is all I have

We could be so strong

But we're all afraid

They will play your hands

Like a puppeteer

And the dreams aren't true

But we know it—we know that tune

That the angel sang to the hollow death:

"I can keep my head in sight

When the modern drift is all I have

"You can pull my head aside

But the modern drift is all I have

"It's all I have"