Salton Sea

I lay around this stillborn Sunday

the nameless, graceless wreck you leave in me

I stood silent at your waking theater

Deluded and grotesque, I hemorrhage history

But I won't be visited again

By the ghosts of things that never came to be

I won't let my heart settle in

To the fallow soil that sprawls out

From the fringes of the swaying Salton Sea

We let their hurried beat busy our bones

But our tempo tempered hearts are always idle

We drink the water from their fountain

This place could never be the things that we both need

No, this place could never be the things that we both need

And I want the things that I can't have

And I need to find a new way out

And I will crawl out from the wreckage of my past

And we'll fall head first and weary of

The place we've hung our hats for all these years

Wait for the night, we'll disappear

But I won't be visited again

By the ghosts of things that never came to be

I won't let my heart settle in

To the fallow soil that sprawls out

From the fringes of the swaying Salton Sea