I still love you so I'll write you a letter.
But I don't trust you so I'll make this a chore.
I'll assemble the words into infinite paper airplanes,
let them fall like mana on your doorstep.

Could I come over to your home tonight?
Lay you down and open you up?
Take out my notebook and copy your lines and every angle in the fading lightning?

When it all comes down.
When it all comes down.
When it all comes down.
It's probably going the other way.

Yeah, it scares me when you show up like this.
But it bores me to suffer your riddles.
You tell me I place second to your divinity
but I'm playing my part too well.
And this is old hat as all get out.
Fire and brimstone and marching armies.
You go scaring the kids into loving the light but
When the morning comes it will be your turn.
To question everything.

When it all comes down.
When it all comes down.
When it all comes down.
It's probably going the other way.

On the outside this looks like a bridge collapsing
On the inside it feels like a tempo change.
But either way I hardly notice the distant shoreline for the rain and the cursing lightning.

Another marriage is falling apart.
Another government against the ropes and all the kids are out dancing in the pouring rain and not a one of them has got the sense to quit and shut up.

When it all comes down.
When it all comes down.
When it all comes down.
It's probably going the other way.

I still love you so I'll write you that letter.
Since we're too old now to even come to the door.
You were the light in the clouds and the color in the trees:

So lovely but never the same.