Sleep as the goer, the bridge that watches the light speed through
And cries while the spirit stumbles
The inside missile for the protection of you
Maybe it's silent, the voice can't bear anymore strain
But speaks without even knowing
And streams outside in the direction of truth

There's no reason there's no secret to decode
If you can't save it, leave it dying on the road
Wide-open arms can feel so cold, so cold, feel so cold

Balance the books, the ledges, the loons
The disappointed looks on the faces that squint at the moon
Let's see it with shadows enhanced
And then vote to decide who'll advance
Silver jet plane, making a turn
Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
It's not the life lesson I'd have guessed
If you're conscious, you must be depressed or at least cynical
But someone might still eat the steaks even if they're tough
Spending the day, chewing the fat
Floating away isn't rough, but it's not enough
Oh, Marianne, pass me the joint
The sandpaper's tan, go-getters are surfing the point
And London's a scratch on the lens, it's over before it begins
Silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders
The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick
But really, there's no trick at all, that doesn't result in a fall or a faltering
But something might spit out the bait even if it's real
Rolling away, missing a spoke
Close to the ground like a wheel, but it's not a joke
Holding the line, clutching the phone
Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right, it's not right
Smelling for blood, praying for rain
Running away isn't rough, but it's not enough
The low tide is telling me, when it's over
To breathe in everything exposed
And comes back to cover me with a blanket
Being here's always changing tunes

The empty sky surrounds me but I can't see at all
Wide-open arms can feel so cold
And you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth
But I hope I die before I get sold, I hope I die before I get sold
I'd rather die before I get sold

If you find the soul that you lost frozen in a starry void
Take it within and hope the sight of blood can will signs of life to return
Back to the way that it was, long before it made a noise
To keep on quietly reminding you what's never created nor destroyed

Wake as the swell peaks, the close-outs drowning the birds with roars
And howls scare the new unkindness
That picks and laughs at the carrion scene
Forces you see breathe can always go into hiding
And wait 'til it passes over
Or stay far gone for all eternity