A.C. Newman - The Collected Works Lyrics

There was a tempest roaring in the deep blues
There just to put the revolution in you
We compared the cost of the war
With walking into a wall

Though we saw you coming, including me
The empty bottles of coup d'etat at your feet
You repeat the same free advice
The kind of entrance you'd have
Expected from the collected works of excess

And you have defended the chemistry of the divine
But careful walls of conversation aside
A beat too late and it's gone
A twist on natural law

Then you arrive with an impact rising size
Sealed, delivered, a gift to the magi sign
To my old friend anew
Who dropped in recently
Unexpected from the collected works of excess

You faked your way through legend and into the black
Your careful walls of conversation stacked
In towers so high that you thought
Here is the entrance I'd have
Expected from the collected works of excess
From the collected works of excess
From the collected works of excess