You Make Me Write Love Songs

We stood, clay formations, in awe of it's appeal
The shadow side of a towering mass, and darker dreams appeared
We'd never seen before on a perfect sphere a dim lit spot
And now we knew that we were wrought for more than happy tears

My crows in line symmetrical and quaint
I stood poised to rearrange the face
Of a planet I despised
But as I declared myself through crooked teeth a thief
The ground below my feet opened up and swallowed me inside

You took my empty form and crumbled it
You made it right again
You're so unkind
You stole my soul of vindication
You replaced it with a sentiment
That everything's just fine

As I approached to speak
The crowded mass of spears, gleamed high above the tiers
And the overwhelming stench of hypocrites delayed my tongue

But I spat into crowds of audience
And they stood back baffled in suspense as I pricked myself inside
And they watched it flow, an ebbing tide

You took my empty form and crumbled it
You made it right again
You traced the open lines
You stole my soul of vindication
You replaced it with a sentiment
That everything's just fine

Where can I run to?
I won't give it up.

You took my heart, empty save for stones
You carved it into bone
And now it shines with ivory
You took my hands, and fixed them up to play
Symphonic harmonies
You stole my words from me
You make me play love songs

You grinning light
You stole my anger twice
You crushed all of my spite
And you made me forget her
Allocate to me some time
To remind my what's divine
You stole my words from me
You make me play love songs