My heart's stopped pumping
But my blood is still alive
The rain hits the ground (Swallows drop in)
And the trees they dry it up (And dice the sky)
My eyes wake up (Tracing lines of cursive)
But my brain is sleeping fine (Form the horizon)
One more thing for you and I to do (Cutting cat faces)
Before we shut our eyes (In the pines)
And you'll blame me (Cutting cat faces)
And I'll blame you (In the pines)
And we're both right
Cutting cat faces in the pines (Cutting cat faces in the pines)

They say his teeth are wood (Mark the path back)
And they want my pictures of him (To the point of departure)
The rain hits the ground (Two by two and four by four)
And the trees they dry it up (The pines, they lay down)
We're wood screws (We're wood screws)
All of our lives (All of our lives)
And we're wood screws (We're wood screws)
All of our lives (All of our lives)

And the rain hits the ground (I lay down)
And the trees they dry it up (With the southern range)
My chain hits the wood (Swallows drop in)
And the wood it turns to dust (And dice the sky)
I picture you (Tracing lines of cursive)
As if you were a pine (On the horizon)
My heart stopped pumping (My heart stopped pumping)
But my blood is still alive (But my blood is still alive)
We're wood screws (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
All of our lives
And we're wood screws (Mark the path back to the point of departure)
All of our lives
Well my heart's stopped pumping (Two by two and four by four)
But my blood is still alive (The pines, they lay down)

And I lay down with the southern range
I lay down with the southern range
I lay down with the southern range
I lay down with the southern range
I lay down with the southern range (with the southern range)
I lay down with the southern range (with the southern range)
I lay down with the southern range (with the southern range)
I lay down with the southern range (with the southern range)
I lay down with the southern range (with the southern range)
I lay down with the southern range (with the southern range)