last updated: December 15th 2002 | ratings vary between PG and NC-17 | bold text indicates a story title

 

Deconstruction

We talked up all night and still came to no conclusion. We started a fight that ended in silent confusion, and as we sat stuck you could hear the trash truck making its way through the neighborhood, picking up the thrown out, different from house to house. We get to decide what we think is no good.

We're sculpted from youth. The chipping away makes me weary. And as for the truth, it seems like we just pick a theory, and it's the one that justifies our daily lives and backs us with quiver and arrows to protect openings. 'Cause when the warring begins, how quickly the wide open narrows.

Into the smallness of our deconstruction of love. We thought it was changing, but it never was. It's just the same as it ever was.

A family of foxes came to my yard and dug in, so I looked in a book to see what this could possibly mean. 'Cause there's fate in the breeze, signs in the trees, impossible tragic events, when forces collide with the damage strewn wide and holes blasted straight through the fence.

The sky starts to crash. The rain on the roof starts to drumming, and laid up like cache, you'll take on my list of shortcommings. Now the show starts to close. I know how this goes. The plots a predicatable showing. And though it seems grand, we're just one speck of sand, and back to the hourglass we're going.

Into the smallness of our deconstruction of love. We thought it was changing, but it never was. It's just the same as it ever was.

Our deconstruction of love.

 

lyrics by Emily Saliers

 

Extras: watch the trailer for the Deconstruction Project here