All we can do is lay it away
And hope that is does for you
What it claims
And hope I can keep doing for you
The most
You noted in this one an historical sound
A quality of peal lost on me
You'd already hit every one
And oh! the way it was wrought
The oil is low and as black as most nights
We take on and drive into laterally
The wipers are shit and they leave my side
So obscured
I'm always re-setting the short-term odometer
I'm always thinking of re-treading tires
You like the feel of centrifugal movement
I like velocity
This will mean
Me standing in the street again
Signalling you through the window as you strike it
This will mean
This is the point at which
You can no longer be heard
That will mean
You can't hear me through the din
That will mean
I'm slipping back from the center
That will mean
My ear petrified to tin
And yours like a lily
That will mean
My ear petrified to tin
That will mean
My ear petrified to tin
That will mean
My ear petrified to tin
And your aural gilded