I can keep my head in sight
When the modern drift is all I have

You can pull my head aside
But the modern drift is all I have

When the moment dies
And I come to you
With a broken lie
That I made for you

Will I let you see you're not
With the living ghosts?
Will they catch your sight
Or the back of you?

I can keep my head in sight
When the modern drift is all I have

You can pull my head aside
But the modern drift is all I have

We could be so strong
But we're all afraid
They will play your hands
Like a puppeteer
And the dreams aren't true
But we know it—we know that tune
That the angel sang to the hollow death:

"I can keep my head in sight
When the modern drift is all I have

"You can pull my head aside
But the modern drift is all I have

"It's all I have"