My Shepherd - The New Pornographers

Glass-work shards decorate this house

We’re tossing lost arts out windows

The splash and jangle of a secret science

Defined, you claimed, «Some golden age is upon us!»

You always love short story form

The science behind it, the hidden laws

You live for flame when the attraction’s new

A lever’s pulled from a secret room

Closed-eyed stare into morning sun

When the dots form into connection

If I’m honest, you come to mind but baby I’m not

If I’m honest, you come to mind but baby I’m not

The ink pot’s polished into working script

We stare in wonder at the steps we skipped

Tripping wires we have so carefully crossed

The science behind it at a perfect loss

You’re my lord, you’re my shepherd

Careful kid, no one gets hurt

You made me

You’re my lord, you’re my shepherd

Careful kid, no one gets hurt

You made me

Used up all of the French we took

The science behind it was a dirty look

Ce joue pas de rock 'n roll

Ce joue pas de rock 'n roll pour moi

You’re my lord, you’re my shepherd

Careful kid, no one gets hurt

You made me

You’re my lord, you’re my shepherd

Careful kid, no one gets hurt

You made me

You’re my lord, you’re my shepherd

Careful kid, no one gets hurt

You made me

You’re my lord, you’re my shepherd

Careful kid, no one gets hurt

You made me this way

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail

Try to fail