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 

 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, your some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold
 as best as I can.