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