Three Lyrics

Pray to the simple machines
That do not rely on belief
The softness of steam and of gears
Their energy is surely pure
The kindness of engines is not in you
Claire, you do it perfectly
The water is all on its own
It goes where it wants to go
The telephone can't dry it up
And sleeplessness won't make it slow

If opposites are the best chance of hope
Claire, you do it perfectly
The line straight to defeat
Is based upon belief
That's how we are sustained
On pretty girls make graves
Sweetly you punctuate weakness
Claire, you do it perfectly
The highway it helps to forget
The straightness it doesn't betray
It lies on in where it lies
It's courtesy is it exists
That's how we are sustained
On pretty girls make graves
The line straight to defeat
Is based upon belief
Confirmed and cataloged your lies
Claire, you do it perfectly