You Make Yourself So Beautiful,

You Make Yourself So, So Beautiful

And Now I Feel Like I'm Going,

I'm Going To Set Myself On Fire.



I'm Going To Set Myself Up At A Window,

This Margin Walker Wants A Clear View,

Ths Margin Walker Wants A Clear Shot,

And Now I'm Shooting It Right At You.



Untraceable, Untranslatable,

I Can't Explain All I Ever Wanted To Do

Trajectory Passing Right Through Me

Threads My Needle Sends It Right To You.



You Make Yourself So Visible,

You Make Yourself So, So Visible,

And Now I Feel Like I'm In The

Tread Of Some Bastard Jealousy.

Up Here, Above The Avenue,

Up Here, Where The Things You Do,

The Lend Me A Problem With The Language,

Split My Seams And Then They Drop In A Fuse.