Wet Cement

We met one day in wet cement

Where we glued our eyes shut

And pressed with our fists



And while the trees are shrinking now

They forgot their roots

And sloped in the ground



And while I'm picking out my favorite names

Where our future is concerned



In the steady blur of the days

What brought us here

While we try to say

"We face back all the way."

Woah! Woah!

Wooah! Woooah!



Now this cement's hardened in my chest

A world of wax

Scraped in through text



And someone was calling just before I woke up

"A broken record splits good and bad luck"



And with my pale, broken, black eyes

I still see white when the snow falls lightly



In the steady blur of the days

Brought us here while we tried to say

"We face back all the way."

Woah! Woah!

Wooah! Woooah!



Hmmm...