Run the wind right out of these sails
block the goal until the words fail
I see you setting a dream of a scene
denying my passion and everything

But sterile futures can yet be bred
from virile moments planned in the head
Lay out your hope chest in grand precision
and avoid all of these dangerous decisions

Dress up in a motif of rebellion
yet still very much under control
And I will observe it all in these shadows
as what you think you want quickly gets old