Constellations - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I can feel it on my tongue; brick and mortar

Thick as scripture, drawing lines in the sand and laying borders

As tall as towers

I babble on until my voice is gone

This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks

Coloured indigo, and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar

But the words fall flat like

Cymbals crashing, like molars gnashing

'Cause like constellations a million years away

Every good intention, every good intention

Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array

Looking for the faces, looking for the shapes in the silence

All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is

The chasm of the night and a matter of time

But I hear the rumble as the tectonic plates start to shake

And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum

'Cause like constellations a million years away

Every good intention, every good intention

Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array

Clinging to the faces, clinging to the shapes in the silence

Like constellations imploding in the night

Everything is turning, everything is turning

And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light

Everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be all right