My Shepherd Lyrics - Together - New Pornographers

Glasswork shards decorate this house 

We're tossing lost arts out windows 

The splash and jangle of a secret science defined 

You claim some golden age is upon us 

You always loved short story form: 

The science behind it, the hidden verse 

You live for flame, your re-attraction's new 

The leather's pulled from a secret room 

Close that stare into morning sun 

When the dots form into connections 

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 impacts pound dust 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 

It's a pal of the French we took 

The science behind it was a dirty look 

Seul joue pas de rock 'n' roll [French speakers feel free to correct this] 

Seul joue pas de rock 'n' roll pour moi [and this, too] 

You're my Lord, you're my Shepherd 

Careful, kid, no one gets hurt 

You made me 

You made me this way 

Try to fail