Lyric

You ask for the short version

The clean cut

The easy face

Like my hands can sort the wreckage

In one pass

And make it safe

I trim the edges down for you

Till the truth

Looks well-behaved

But every line I leave behind

Still shakes

When I say your name

So I keep it small

Keep it neat

Keep it out of sight

But what I feel

Has teeth

And weight

And no polite disguise

Make it land

Make it land

Don’t make me bend it

Make it land

Make it land

Let the sharp part end it

One clear cut

One clear light

One thing you can hold

Make it land

Make it land

Before it turns to cold

You want the meaning in one breath

No bruised glass

No loose ends

You want the kind of easy answer

That can rest

In your hands

So I press my voice to the shape

You can take

Without a sting

But the feeling keeps its full name

Even when

I make it ring

So I keep it small

Keep it neat

Keep it out of sight

But what I feel

Has teeth

And weight

And no polite disguise

Make it land

Make it land

Don’t make me bend it

Make it land

Make it land

Let the sharp part end it

One clear cut

One clear light

One thing you can hold

Make it land

Make it land

Before it turns to cold

I know you want

Soft edges

No storm in the room

But some truths arrive

Like a black coat

At noon

I won’t dress it up

I won’t break it down

To fit

If it comes too hard

It comes honest

That’s it

Make it land

Make it land

Don’t make me bend it

Make it land

Make it land

Let the sharp part end it

One clear cut

One clear light

One thing you can hold

Make it land

Make it land

Before it turns to cold