Making Strange

When I can't sleep

You're a promise I keep

When the safety comes off

I'm driven, I'm driven to the dawn

That lie won't set me free

That lie would stay with me

And never change

I keep making strange

All the conquerers

And great perjurers

Chest feathered proud

Inside voice out loud

And crocodiles can think

And violets can shrink

Laying low and true

A briefcase full of blues

And the night is young

Enough to bite your tongue

Let the ponies run

No bleeding just a bruise

That lie won't do me proud

That lie can take me down

No bravest face

I keep making strange

That lie won't set me free

That lie would stay with me

I haven't changed

I'm not making strange

Life's too short

The moon's too full

Life's too short (I can't hear you)

The moon's too full (I can't hear you)

Life's too short (I can't hear you)

The moon's too full (I can't hear you)

(I can't hear you)

(I can't hear you)

(I can't hear you)

That lie won't set me free

That lie would stay with me

I haven't changed

I'm not making strange

That lie won't set me free

That lie would stay with me

I haven't changed

I'm not making strange

I'm not making strange

I'm not making strange