| She was standing in the dark |
| Pockets glowing blue-green |
| In the backyard in the floating world |
| Of the in-between |
| The day will have its troubles on its own |
| For the shells of men |
| Not meant to be everything |
| Can’t really be anything |
| That’s not given or grown |
| The violence of it all |
| It’s always risky movement |
| Stay down, stay still |
| In the unseen, trying to see behind the outside |
| There’s a beauty in almost everything |
| How’ve you not seen a thing but |
| Instead of getting over she got out |
| Like a fish made out of bricks |
| I fell for you |
| Now I’m sinking too |
| Her loose teeth moving like piano keys |
| Gettin' played from lost memories |
| Head on the pillow |
| Mind in the clouds like a bird looking up for safety |
| But it has no home to go to |
| It doesn’t know what we know |
| It can’t really go where we go |
| She said, «I can’t» |
| «I can’t see» |
| «I can’t see outta here» |
| So hand in hand we swam across the lake |
| The water warm against our legs |
| The only light to find us was the moon |
| We went all the way |
| From rock to rock we jumped across the bay |
| Half blind we stole each others' hearts |
| We know we’d be there soon |
| She was standing in the sparks |
| Pockets glowing blue and green |
| In her backyard in the floating world |
| On the in-between |
| Feet covered in gold |
| Skin blue and glow |
| Every ray an arm of reaching light |
| Each road different like the snowflakes in her eyes |
| Driving somewhere that isn’t here |
| Sleeping in strange cities |
| Our bodies warm to ourselves |
| Well what’s inside |
| All glowing bright behind the teeth |
| Right there making soft and weak |
| Instead of gettin' over she got out |
| Like a fish made out of bricks |
| I fell for you |
| Now I’m sinking too |
| Just add blue |
| As long as we’re alive, me and you |
| We are love together when we’re together |
| All crazy inside our rib-cages |
| Behind our teeth and voice |
| Taking stars for forest fires |
| Our fingers scattered in our fists |
| Holding onto the films we make |
| While our legs feed the wolf |
| Starting with myself |
| Staring at your teeth |
| Trying to see what you’re saying |
| Stabbing and pushing your soul through mine |
| We used to live here |
| And we will again no doubt |
| I’ll let you try and figure it out |
| While I figure it out |
| You had it all |
| You had it all together |
| You had it all figured out |
| I can’t |
| I can’t see |
| I can’t see outta here |
| I can’t |
| I can’t see |
| I can’t see outta here |
| I can’t |
| I can’t see |
| I can’t see outta here |
| I can’t |
| I can’t see |
| I can’t see outta here |
| Well I can’t |
| I can’t see |
| I can’t see outta here |