Boy Ant

As much as I pluck it out 
  antenae remain 
  and when it's real quiet I make out 
  a signal that's faint 

  It doesn't come natural 
  exercise control 
  I put the lamb's blood on my door 
  put the lamb's blood on my door 

  I hold myself back 
  I bite my tongue 
  the patience that took 
  though I may seem 
  expressionless 
  my body's a book 

  It doesn't come natural 
  exercise control 
  I put the lamb's blood on my door 

  Our most precious ambitions fail 
  love, it is conditional 
  our most precious ambitions fail 
  love, it is conditional 

  As much as I pluck it out 
  antenae remain 
  and when it's real quiet I make out 
  (precious ambitions fail) 
  a signal that's faint 
  (love, it is conditional) 

  Our most precious ambitions fail 
  love, it is conditional 
  our most precious ambitions fail 
  love, it is conditional