Even Numbers - The Standard

Take nothing less than what’s perfect

Back to the homes which are burning.

Back to make sense of a family

Without ever watching what they are doing.

Take measures to ensure censors

Laid down by the infinite borders

Can stay holding hands with their mother

Long after she has divorced the governor.

Count here and there like two-time villains

They can not take the place of our feat, oh well.

Take everything that they offered

At the end of a black and blue season

A love half as strong as your demons

In the place where you paid for what theyre stealin

Take nothing less than whats owed you

An eye for an eye

Snapshots from space

And you’re dead for their tongues

To the men are born like a natural sinner,

Bulletins and polls you no longer chase

Will flex and brace.

Imagine that the animal

Is in the paradise

With the soft, crooked seed

on the pear tree

And just outside

There might be

A new beginning

Without apple seeds

We’re like a naked plane

A satellite coming, rearing.

Watches silently

Through black holes, tin men in machines.

Inside the factory

where even numbers and odd figures meet

covered in dust white sheets

like a dealer of antiquities

who is selling a forgery

of a southern civil war painting

that tells of history

you can’t hear but can see