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 licking fires
Touched by snow

And I (I'll put my rockets away)
I think your fantastic
And I (I'll put my rockets away)
I know that you care
I'll put my rockets away
If you (I'll put my rockets away)
Are a house of skin and air

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've got
Nowhere to go
Except into the terrible air

And I (I'll put my rockets away)
I think you're fantastic
And I (I'll put my rockets away)
I know that you care
I'll put my rockets away
If you (I'll put my rockets away)
Are a house of skin and

Erring on the side of caution
Apparently has
Come down from the rim of that 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