In the Direction of the Moon

I am a wall of sand and stone
And you, you're some kind of ivy
I'm trying to hold as best as I can
As best as I can

But I'm a disaster
I could not be burning faster

I stick my arms into webs
I take my meals with weirdos
And play with my rocket ships

And all the while you, you
Are so composed
So composed
So composed

You are the most gracious thing I know
Touched by crooking flowers
Touched by snow, oh

And I put my rockets away
I think you're fantastic
I'll put my rockets away
I know that you care
I'll put my rockets away
And you
I'll put my rockets away
Are a house of skin and hair

I've been running off of fumes again
I've been running off my mouth
I've been running in the hours
Between midnight and dawn
In the direction of the moon
With the impression that's the way
The way to find your house

So, hey, I will build your bastion
And hey, how long can you put up with these questions?
When you got nowhere to go except
Into the terrible air?

And I put my rocket away
I think you're fantastic
I'll put my rocket away
I know that you care
I'll put my rockets away
And you
I'll put my rockets away
Are a house of skin and hair

Erring on the side of culture, apparently past
Come down from the good rack crystal glass

'Cause I, I'm a wall of sand and stone
And you, you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold
As best as I can