** Note ** I do not own the audio nor the album art in this video. WMG owns the rights. I want to be the surgeon that cuts you open, that fixes all errors of life I want to be the house that you were raised in The only place that you feel safe I want to be a shower in the morning that wakes you up and makes you clean you know I’m just the time against the window As you sleep through winter dream Someones churning the earth Someone stirring the sky Every color at once in a column of lights Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide The worm in the apple of my heart your eyes do not adore what is impossible We have built this ship in a bottle of wine, but if you knew how it worked, we should grow old Someone to eat you, wakes you up at night If you’re digging the past, who knows what you’ll find Read the newspaper print Microfiche off the slide and you’re holding your breath for the rest of your life you do not like what is intangible I have built this ship in a bottle of wine, but if you knew who I was … You would never grow old

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