The Taming Of The Hands That Came Back To Life

I am embracing the cold rushing in like ice to a diamond
It's a new kind of rough you can find me in
Ha-da-da da-da-da
Ha-da-da da-da-da
Ha-da-da da-da-da
Ha-da-da da-da-da-da-da

When the sail starts flapping in the wind
I say, "Cool, that looks cool, now do you think the second movement has too many violins?"
Ha-da-da da-da-da
Ha-da-da da-da-da
Ha-da-da da-da-da
Ha-da-da da-da-da-da-da

Don't get too close, you'll detect in the west coast air in my chest and the way I hold it in there
It's the taming of the hands that came back to life
When she synchronized swam on the ice in '03
Oh, but enough about me

Will you live in the physical world?
Will you live in the physical world?
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
And though explosions make debris and catching it kind of suits you well, it doesn't suit me
She said, "My sails are flapping in the wind" I said, "Can I use that in a song?"
She said, "I mean the end begins" I said, "I know, can I use that too?"
La-da-dum da-da-dum
Ba-da-dum ba-da-dum
La-da-dum ba-da-dum
La-da-dum la-da-da-da-dum
Ba-da-dum ba-da-dum
Ba-da-dum bum-bum
Ba-da-dum ba-da-dum
Ba-da-dum ba-da-da-da-dum
Will you live, will you live in the physical world?
Will you live, will you live in the physical world?
With the sun setting low and the shadows unfurled?
Can you live with the way they make you look unreal?
Da-da-da da-da-da
Will you live, will you live in the physical world?
Will you live, will you live in the physical world?
With the sun setting low and the shadows unfurled?
Can you live with the way they make you look unreal?
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da
Bum ba-dum
Bum ba-da
Bum ba-da-da-da