Deconstruction sing and play along

We talked up all night and still came to no conclusion.

We started a fight that ended in silent confusion.

And as we sat stuck, you could hear the trash truck making its way through the neighborhood,

picking up the thrown out,

diff'rent from house to house.

We get to decide what we think is no good.

We're sculpted from youth;

the chipping away makes me weary.

And as for the truth,

it seems like we just pick a theory

it's the one that justifies our daily lives backs us with quiver and arrows

to protect openings.

'Cause when the warring begins,

how quickly the wide open narrows.

Into the smallness of our deconstruction of love.

We thought it was changing, but it never was;

it's just the same as it ever was.

A fam'ly of foxes came to my yard and dug in,

so I looked in a book to see what this could possibly mean.

Yeah, 'cause there's fate in the breeze,

signs in the trees and possible tragic events,

when forces collide with the damage strewn wide,

and holes blasted straight through the fence.

Whoa, the sky starts to crash,

(In to the the rain on the roof ness starts to drum of ming,

our and laid out like cash,

de your take on my list tion of short of comings.

And now the show starts to close.

the plot's a predictable showing,

and though it seems grand, we're just one speck of sand and back to the hourglass we're going.

Back to the smallness of our deconstruction of love.

We thought it was changing, but it never was.

We're still in the smallness of our deconstruction of love.

We thought it was changing, but it never was.

Our deconstruction of love.

Our deconstruction of love.