In the Direction of the Moon

I am a wall of sand and stone And you, you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold as best as I can As best as I can But I'm a disaster I could not be burning faster I stick my arms into webs I take my meals with weirdos And play with my rocket ships And all the while you, you Are so composed So composed So composed You are the most gracious thing I know Touched by crooking flowers Touched by snow, oh And I put my rockets away I think you're fantastic I'll put my rockets away I know that you care I'll put my rockets away And you I'll put my rockets away Are a house of skin and hair I've been running off of fumes again I've been running off my mouth I've been running in the hours Between midnight and dawn In the direction of the moon With the impression that's the way The way to find your house So, hey, I will build your bastion And hey, how long can you put up with these questions? When you got nowhere to go except Into the terrible air? And I put my rocket away I think you're fantastic I'll put my rocket away I know that you care I'll put my rockets away And you I'll put my rockets away Are a house of skin and hair Erring on the side of culture, apparently past Come down from the good rack crystal glass 'Cause I, I'm a wall of sand and stone And you, you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold As best as I can --- In the Direction of the Moon - Wolf Parade