Choose to use your heart
If even towards the harshest fate
That it may be swallowed
A masticated, mistaken thing

That you may ripely pine
In the mammoth nothing of the night
Left to your own devices
And too exhausted to know what you want
I know I know

And such is the torment
Of the giving of your organs
When given willingly
How merciless a hand can be on you

And oh, the sour fear of defeat
Like wounded soldiers all still and slight
Lining like silk all the roads to your marrow
All the roads to your marrow, I know, I know

And all the heaps of hurt
Well they've had it up to here with you
And further, but when you feel it at your hip
Every time how you wish that it was home

Oh no, Oh no
Singing lay me down, lay me low
Let go your crown, disarm me
Singing take me south, take me home
Hold your own and claim me

Singing
Lay me down, lay me low
Let go your crown, disarm me
Singing take me south, take me home
Hold your own and claim me
Yea yea yea
Take me south, take me home
Hold your own and claim me

That we may ripely pine
In the mammoth nothing of the night
Left to our own devices
And we'll know, we'll know, know just what we want
We'll know, we'll know, we'll know what we want