You are 'Sir', you're a senator   And senator, you were right   It's just a law, not the word, not the law   I'm learning how to speak again      These words are only structures   When you choose to frame them in   And obviously, the framers would agree   You own a chair and you are not there you noble senator      Oh, dear sir, I'm a librarian   And while I do not know of law   I know the things that make my stomach pitch and yaw   If I were gavaged on hunger strike      Wrongly fired upon or sullied blindly by dogs   I'd hate us too and that's why I've cornered you   Roman senator, can you still hear   With all the marks on your ears?      Face me now   I want to see you break it down   I want to feel our stars colliding   I want to see the sweat pour from your brow      I'll let it go   You're gonna see me lose control   We do not fight for isolation   Have you seen the injuries?      I want to see   Your heart of gold again   Your heart of gold   We are kind      Do you remember that?   I wanna see your pro-life   Bear no exception   You grand, old senator      Oh, dear sir, I'm a librarian   And I am not always right   But ours is the story   Of the archer and the light