《Call to Dive》歌词

[00:00:17] The lids on streetlights peel back

[00:00:23] To reveal row upon row of bulging black bird eye

[00:00:32] All gorged out toward you like exotic zoo snakes

[00:00:38] Heaped up on fiberglass rocks

[00:00:39] Fat with farmed rats coaxed down their throat

[00:00:41] Below them in their brights

[00:00:43] Tilt finished arrows beached up on thin tin signs

[00:00:46] And where its corrugated stem injects into cement

[00:00:48] There is a deep fried breastbone

[00:00:49] Popping hard half ate on a rich red curb

[00:00:53] All at once this moment has no mercy

[00:00:56] On your color find eye's

[00:01:01] Stole blues version of Oakland

[00:01:03] As you make for thin ice on your

[00:01:05] You on you violent night

[00:01:05] The next morning everything begins again over a walk

[00:01:17] Past a few balloons tied to a lovesick car salesman's wrist

[00:01:20] You press on a soft bicycle wheel chained up

[00:01:23] Behind a savage looking pair of woman's dress shoes

[00:01:26] Abandoned to the left of a tire tread pressed dead pigeon

[00:01:29] Lain askew in more rich rose colored gutter

[00:01:31] There there

[00:01:32] Temperature taking your skin

[00:01:33] Tinged city wind catching air

[00:01:35] On your pleasantly imperfect

[00:01:36] And c section shaped skull

[00:02:11] For once forget you're headed to the mailbox

[00:02:15] To drop more finished bills down to its gut

[00:02:19] Even though for all you know

[00:02:21] That's about as far as those things ever go

[00:02:25] As sad as it is so

[00:03:00] Kids today will never wear the perfect cape of clean air

[00:03:03] Nor one true brand new brazier of sheer luck

[00:03:07] Or does someone out there still expect that

[00:03:11] The way a moth gives freely of itself unto the bulb

[00:03:14] They will not learn their lesson

[00:03:15] From a teachers copy of a blackened lung

[00:03:17] Hung in the classroom on the coat rack

[00:03:20] Or left dripping in the closet during math

[00:03:22] Minutes passing nor from a nice new globe

[00:03:24] Made of gold cast in the shape of a half eaten apple

[00:03:27] Not until the sun is on a stick

[00:03:31] The moon hung on a hook

[00:03:38] Desperate times call for step by step

[00:03:56] Schematics of the human dive

[00:04:43] The end

[00:04:45] One mile of week and will later

[00:06:06] A sunset interjects

[00:06:18] Donating the kind of red you only see in stores

[00:06:31] Affording yourself a bit more reality

[00:06:41] Some singular mood polarity

[00:06:57] If you could you'd have a close friend

[00:07:03] Drive you off into the sinking pinks