Siberian Breaks

Sleep as the goer

The bridge that watches the light speed through

And cries while the spirit stumbles

The inside missile for the protection of you

Maybe it's silent

The voice can't bear anymore strain

But speaks without even knowing

And streams outside in the direction of truth

There's no reason

There's no secret to decode

If you can't save it, leave it dying on the road

Wide open arms can feel so cold

So cold

Feel so cold

Balance the books, the ledges, the loons

The disappointed look on the faces

That squint at the moon

Let's see it with shadows enhanced

And then vote to decide who'll advance

Silver jet plane, making a turn

Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn

It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed

If you're conscious you must be depressed

Or at least cynical

But someone might still eat the steaks

Even if they're tough

Spending the day

Chewing the fat

Floating away isn't rough but it's not enough

Oh, Marianne, pass me the joint

The sandpaper's tan

Go-getters are surfing the point

And London's a scratch on the lens

It's over before it begins

Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders

The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick

But really there's no trip at all

That doesn't result in a fall

Or a faltering

But something could spit out the bait

Even if it's real

Rolling away

Missing a spoke

Close to the ground like a wheel but it's not joke

Holding the line

Clutching the phone

Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right

It's not right

Smelling for blood

Praying for rain

Running away isn't rough

But it's not enough

The low tide is telling me when it's over

To breathe in everything exposed

And comes back to cover me with a blanket

Being here's always changing tunes

The empty sky surrounds me but I can't see at all

Wide open arms can feel so cold

And you can sit beside me

And tell me what it's worth

But I hope I die before I get sold

I hope I die before I get sold

I'd rather die before I get sold

If you find the soul that you lost

Frozen in a starry void

Take it within and hope the sight of blood

Can will signs of life to return

Back to the way that it was

Long before it made a noise

To keep on quietly reminding you

What's never created or destroyed

Wake as the swell peaks

The close-outs drowning the birds with roars

And howls scare the new unkindness

That picks and laughs at the carrion scene

Forces you see breath

Can always go into hiding

And wait 'til it passes over

Or stay far gone for all eternity