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 to the war
With walking into a wall

Though we saw you coming, including me
The empty bottles of coup d'état 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
Put 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 signs
Sealed, delivered, a gift to the magic nine
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