The Shins
The Rifle’s Spiral

[Verse 1]
Dead lungs command it
You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
And show us you've earned it
And the clerics fog will recede right before your eyes

[Chorus]
So long to this wretched form
Them gray eyes on the subway
Long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart

[Verse 2]
Listen, now, we won't tell anyone
But you're gonna tell the world
This whole life ain't been any fun
Now your viscera unfurls

[Chorus]
As you rise, rise from your burning fiat
And go, go get my suitcase, would ya?
You've thoroughly blown their minds
And now I must have passage
Only life's two veins from your heart
[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
You're not invisible now
You just don't exist
Your mother must be so proud
You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish

[Verse 3]
Primitive mural on the wall
To fortify your grim resolve
Amid the glitz of a shopping mall
Another grain of indigent salt for the sea

[Chorus]
Goodnight to these wretched forms
All them gray eyes on the subway
So long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart