oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh -oh.
The harbor sky above us didn't fall, tore.
A violet split right through
Just heavy silence dropped inside a cloud.
The tourists on the doodle saw a light.
It casts no shadow, swallowed up the night
A thousand auto batteries went dead
the grid is breaking through
We're running out of time
The static on the radio is singing you a lie
Oh, oh, hang up the phone
The cosmic grace has got you all alone
Woke up three hours later on the marsh
The taste of hot copper is getting harsh
The sulfur smell is rising in the heat
Dead coyotes lying neatly in the street
And trying hard to breathe the native way
The local news is calling it a dream
The grid is breaking through
We're running out of time
Oh, oh, oh, hang up the phone
The cosmic princess got you all alone
He sat inside the diner by the light
A pristine woolen suit and
He dried negita jello with his hand
Announced that gravy was a local brand
His eyes would never blink
Oh, he wore a silver badge
before the words could hit
He whispered out a sequence like a test
The payphone clicking deep
but the asphalt turns to grease
Headlights catch the deer
vibrating through the floor
Dropping every car, where can I go?
through the exact same bend
with my voice on the tape
Telling myself there's no
The sirens wail, the playing is slow
Every compass and barnstable, it falls
You can't cross the water
You can't run from the shadows
We belong to the spectrum