Outside's holding Composed, contained I suppose you could say Inside the bath's gone cold And there are berries in the bracken I can't tell if they are poison But I keep holding on Til I turn into an old song now Can I turn into an old song now Yeah, I keep holding Though the mirror holds revision It's not the mirror that is changing And I keep moving on We are moving through the ether We are singing all the old songs Industrial bracken and ruin Outside of the window In the dust light of the moon Til I turn into an old song now Til I turn into an old song now Oh, and through all the little victories The paper cuts and savagery Oh, I still find that it is your voice I'm drawn to in the chorus Oh, can I turn into an old song now And I keep searching I am searching for the silence I keep filling up with new songs Or do I strike you as a vulture Circling the carrion Of all the old wrongs? Can I turn into an old song now? And through all the little victories The paper cuts and savagery Oh, I still find that it is your voice I'm drawn to in the chorus Oh, and through all the little victories The paper cuts, the savagery Oh, can I turn into an old song now? I still find that it is your voice I'm drawn to in the chorus Can I turn into an old song now? I still find that it is your voice I'm drawn to in the chorus Can we turn into an old song now? I still find that it is your voice I'm drawn to in the chorus Can we turn into an old song now?