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Cold through broken baseboards. |
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I despise this town. |
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Snow on the sunroof, |
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Two stories down. |
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Hold hands, |
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Wish the snow away. |
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Rise in the darkness, |
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Of the gathering day. |
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Sing. |
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Sing for ourselves alone. |
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Speak into, |
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The microphone. |
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Cedar smudge our headbands, |
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And take to the skies. |
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Soar ever-upwards, |
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On air gone black with flies. |
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Shroud ourselves in the cosmos. |
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Let the music play. |
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Bright star of the morning, |
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Shine on his rising way. |
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Sing. |
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In the night. |
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In the nameless dark. |
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Father long gone, |
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But we bear his mark. |
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Learn some secrets, |
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Never tell. |
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Stay sick, |
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Don't get well. |
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Clutch those broken headboards. |
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Ride the highest wave. |
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Dusky diamonds shining in the far depths of the cave. |
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Try to explain ourselves, |
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Babble on and on. |
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By the time you receive this, we'll be gone. |
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Sing. |
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Sing high. |
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While the fire climbs. |
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Sing one for the old times. |
