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The Rules That Govern Hearts
she sits reading tomorrow's news, he leans against an imaginary wall
we surround them in argot and valor and forget what the rest of us came for
 
in this arbitrager's life, the things you choose to touch take sides
in this universe of knives, the things you love will save you
 
may the ecstasy of why and the rules that govern hearts
and the uniforms of sky hold you here til we are
almost alone, almost enough, almost home
all the ways you were defined, all the crosses you never lined
all the angels in your eyes, are now calling for you
 
she wanted a process made of stone, he was only quiet all alone
we walked the walls to keep them tied, and left again like echoes
 
in this qualifier's rite the things you hate are usually right
in this solitary while, the only word that counts is you
 
and may the ecstasy of why, and the rules that govern hearts
and the uniforms of sky, hold you here til we are
almost alone, almost enough, almost home
when the fast light finds you
all the ways you were concealed, all the roads you never yield
all the reasons in your heart, are now yearning for you
 
she sits transforming into air, he isn't even sure she's there
we are their antecedent rhymes, we are their apprehension times
 
in this artificial wish they're the only things we'll miss
in this ocean made of doubt, this is the only way out
 
so let the ecstasy of why, and the rules that govern hearts
and the uniforms of sky hold you here til we are
almost alone, almost enough, almost home
where these words await you
 
[Made with DM1, GarageBand, iO Dock and an iPad. Sung before witnesses.]
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