I’m incomplete You summon me into The other room You like the view and I like the music Showering steep Mountains of sleet onto The open road I can’t control the way that it falls I couldn’t speak The quiet of defeat it moves The concert hall I’ve seen the show and I wrote the music Fragile in sleep A tug of the sleeve We built a broken bridge Then drove on it (A broken bridge, we drove on it) Eyes glued to my fingers yours burned into my head When I played my music you didn’t care for it Our sheets and pillows on thе lawn You’re immortalized in evеry sword I draw What comes to me is mine What comes to me is mine What comes to me is mine What comes to me is mine Oh what comes to me What comes to me Is mine Oh what comes to me what comes to me It’s all mine It’s all mine It’s all mine It’s our mind, it’s our mind, it’s our magic