I am embracing the cold rushing in

Like ice to a diamond


It's a new kind of rough you can find me in


When the sail starts flapping in the wind

I say cool. That looks cool.


Now do you think the 2nd movement has too many violins?


Don't get too close

You'll detect in the west coast air in my chest


And the way I hold it in there


It's the taming of the hands that came back to life

When she synchronized swam on the ice in '03


Oh, but enough about me


Will you live in the physical world?

And though explosions make debris


And catching it kind of suits you


It doesn't suit me

She said: My sails are flapping in the wind


I said: Can I use that in a song?


She said: I mean, "The end begins"

I said: I know, can I use that too?


Will you live in the physical world?


With the sun setting low and the shadows unfurled

Can you live with the way they make you look unreal?