Fox's Dream Of The Log Flume (feat. Hayley Williams)

Provisionally I, practically alive

Mistook signs for signified

And so since I've often tried

To run them off a cliff like Gadarene swine

And tied my word-ropes in anchor bends

Wondering whether we were someone better then

Or maybe just better able to pretend

And what better means to our inevitable end?

No, I don't know if I know

Though some with certainty insist no certainty exists

Well, I'm certain enough of this

In the past 14 years, there's only one girl I've kissed

In the blistering heat of the Asbury pier

We sat quiet as monks on the Ferris Wheel

Until looking down at the waltzer and out at the sea

I asked her: Do you ever have that recurring fantasy

Where you push little kids from the tops of the ride?

And she shook her head: No

I said: Oh, neither do I

And with my grandma's ring, I went down on one knee

And the subsequent catastrophe has since haunted me

Like a fiberglass ghost in the attic

My inconveniently selective memory

As provisionally you

Mercifully withdrew

All the bearing points we thought we knew

Day's run, days set plot

Our compass shot

We sailed waywardly on

Singing our midnight archer songs

Until well past dawn

It's still dark in the deck of our boat

Haphazardly blown broken bows, our aimless arrow-words

Don't mean a thing

So by now I think it's pretty obvious that there's no God

And there's definitely a God

I dreamt of the rocks at the Asbury dunes

And that you jumped from the top of the log flume

And they gather like wolves on the boardwalk below

And they're howling for answers no wolf can know

I charged at the waves with a glass in my hand

I was tossed like a ball at the bottle stand

And I landed beside your remains on the stones

Where your cold fingers wrapped 'round my ankle bones

Maybe ten feet away was a star

Thousands of times the size of our Sun

Exploding like the tiny balloons

That you'd throw darts at

I slept until our chest was full

Of yarn we spun from Shetland wool

In socks from where the Dorset grows

Sheared and scoured hours before the rooster crows

The price of German silver fell

Threw this disused thalers down the superstition well