Pristine

[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"