These New Puritans....Draw swords of truth in the back of the car....

Cue my attack, you know I will say, Strike me down, I am an island, a mountain, a river and as I always sing, You know I'll be thinking this music's symbolic, This music is weightless and when I sing, so am I, You'll be slashing at the air, describing nothing, Who wrote all the numbers in your body? Who wrote all of the numbers in your body? The numbers in your body, I am in the rain, I am in the rain, I am in the- sixteen seconds! I'm writing on airwaves, I'm writing on the air, I'm writing on your memory, I'm writing on the microphone, The swords of truth, the back of the car, Due my attack but you know I always sing, Strike me down, Cos I am an island, a mountain, a river and as I see that, you know I am thinking, This music's symbolic, this music is weightless, Who wrote all the numbers in your body? I am in the air, I am in the reign, I am in the- sixteen seconds! Swords of truth in the back of the car, Cue my attack but to you I will say, Strike me down, strike me down, Strike me down, strike me down, strike me down! I am an island, a mountain, a river....