The skyline is fading
Planets rearranging
For one man collecting his distance
His lungs are a bellow
Such a mechanical fellow
He's breathing in circles
(All signs of life)
On the rolling hills
Like the curve of a hip dipping
Oh, he can see her face
So he picks up his pace
Don't hurry here
All signs of life
All signs of life, here
His bodys a blister
Scowling, solitary mister
No tail wind to borrow
No rest tomorrow
His lungs are a bellow
Dress him in sunflower yellow
He's breathing in circles
And he spits his pain
And he s**s in the air like ether
And he breathes it again
Now his chest is a mine exploding
And the bitumen sticks
Like the catch in his throat
He's going down
And he sleeps in the dust
On a blanket she laid out for him, here