Making Strange

When I can't sleep
You're a promise I keep

When the safety comes off
I'm driven, 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 
(I can't hear you)
The moon's too full 
(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