My Compass Lyrics

Don't want my skin because it likes to bruise

So on and so forth

So much for my condition becoming what I'm used to

Coming out of the blue

And there's a stone in my shoe

But still, you're the one my compass points to

Tip of the knife was bent

But better crooked cuts than dents

Post-modern fodder

Same language with different accents, falling over the fence

The sun was slow on the door

When it pushed the window across the floor

A different season to make me warm

And there's glass on the shore

Because certain things can't be ignored, no

Go on and go forth

Seas spread, clouds part

Unnatural machines begin to start

Leaves fall, rain embarks

All natural machines are trading parts

And there's a stone in my shoe

but still, you're the one my compass points to

The sun was slow on the door

When it pushed the window across the floor

A different season to make me warm

And there's glass on the shore

Because certain things can't be ignored, no