There's a reaction when you talk to me
I've told you all I've abandoned, and still you just leave
Through a door where no beauty can be seen
For a well crafted life working inside the machine

And it all comes apart all the stitches and the cloth
All the shattered tiny voices we learn to blow off
It all comes apart we all learn to stay in line
Waiting our turns and staring out into the pines

There's a reaction to your tempting stare
That breaks through walls within me, but I know there's nothing there
To make you reconsider the day and position we find ourselves in
Once you've seen the dust of a moth, it'll never fly again

And it all comes apart all the stitches and the cloth
All the shattered tiny voices we learn to blow off
It all comes apart we all learn to stay in line
Waiting our turns and staring out into the pines

There's a reaction when we touch skin
It's chemical and noxious, and neither of us wins
Our chains too short to reach, our hands too callus to heal
Still we're trying to love something that's already been killed

And it all comes apart all the stitches and the cloth
All the shattered tiny voices we learn to blow off
It all comes apart we all learn to stay in line
Waiting our turns and staring out into the pines