Pristine

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, it all comes down To the geography of clouds And coordinates of your scrap-heap dreams And your star maps The ones of Hades Well, if I were you, I wouldn't trust the thing I never waited For this to become something it wasn't supposed to be And the clang and bang Of those big guitars It's in the small things, so Holy and pristine [Chorus] You were good with your cues Good with your promptings And your hands were never cold She says, "You may know her body But you still don't know her soul" [Verse 2] Are we angel Animal or machine? The volumes are heavy with critique and calibrations And the question posed Of man's purpose or his bent And your wrecked-up heart gets to weigh the evidence Could be the liquor Or it could be the pills Could be the clash of chemistries against ambition's blind will But after all There's never really been Quite such a thing as an original sin [Chorus] You were good with your cues Good with your promptings And your hands were never cold She says, "You may know her body But you still don't know her soul" [Verse 3] And you're sucked-punched Reeling about And you fall to your knees, and you're down for the count Was it something the age Slipped into your drink? Or was it more like the air everyone breathes around here 'til they stink? And the temperature drops Like a sledgehammer as you lean hard into a December wind But love given and received Is all that really matters And this is where the strings come in [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] There was a palace But the rooms were all barren You know, the one you had planned to rob And me, well I Went down to the river And let the current and the Spirit start to do its job 'Cause beginnings Are waves never ending And the endings are breaking in fits and starts And the shards of our mistakes They're on magnetic tape And the meter's pegging red in our staticky little hearts Well, it all comes down To geography of clouds Where the light of love just passes right through And those million faces you have worn Well, none of them was exactly you [Chorus] You were good with your cues Good with your promptings And your hands were never cold She says, "You may know her body But you still don't know You may know her body But you still don't know her You may know her body But you still don't know her soul"