Who lives in a pinecone tangled in steel? 
Who talks to a pinecone alone? 
Love letters and cell phones filled up with dead codes to old homes 
Connect you to no one 
A message for no one 
Scroll through the old ones colleagues and cousins obsessions and lovers who write 
Scroll through the future 
Will you find another? 
Will you find another? 
Will you find a lawyer? 
A teacher? 
A brother? 
A healer? 
Or what? I've got a message for you from the monopines 
Shell trunk and poor disguise 
I've got a message to no one from the monopines 
Steel trunk shoots for the sky 
Don't wait to hear from me 
Brace your face for the fist of spring 
I got a feeling that can never be 
I got a feeling it can never be 
Well that's my tendency 
Who lives on the nightstand where you close your eyes after a soft goodbye 
There's no dial tone to linger on no mystery to unwind 
The way you thought it would be 
Thought it would be 
The words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm 
The words rumble under the thunder 
The words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm 
The words rumble under the thunder 
Don't wait to hear from me 
Brace your face for the fist of spring 
Every blade of grass is a knife breaking through earth on its way to the sky 
In the atmosphere, words that missed their target ear are colliding into flames 
And past the timberline, some urgent words of mine are being mangled by their monopine 
Way past the highest cloud words are slipping in and out of a trick dimension 
Me and a box of wine we're running out of time to capture your attention 
I want to hear you breathe to know just what you need 
Come and connect me to you 
I want to hear you breathe 
Come and connect me to you 
Come and connect me to you