Pure Annihilation

I know every inch of your shadow

I know all of the warmth in your wake

Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation

Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait



In our blood there are strange constellations

In that flood trying hard to relate

So we freeze every frame of our minor motion picture

Kicking holes into the mountain while we wait



So clamber climb over that amherst line and rehabilitate

Our stolen time’s not a petty crime it’s getting late

But not too late



I know every inch of your shadow

I know all of the warmth in your wake

Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation

Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait