Lay a cross on the junker, leave a stone in the hall leaving cracks in words that might someday break yer fall this is where the land ends and the lie begins my neutral bones, my sinking ship the world on gravestone crutches a great sky full of dust full of broken lies and truths that will never rust chock empty of contour a preposterous line and I'm dreaming of someday when I will be fine life is wasted on wishful thinkin' this is where the land ends and the lie begins my neutral bones, my sinking ship chock empty of contour a preposterous line and I'm dreaming of someday when I will be fine and I'm dreaming of someday when I will be fine