Long spears of silence, public space, electric light
(?) on the coast of Alabama, ocean of leather, violent night
The sea was the color of lead, and the sky the color of smoke
And the circles of the moon keep vibrating, keeps vibrating
Moon sliced like a lime, a smooth green disc
Black sunset burned in your eyes a saline mist
Cool stars the color of ice, dark water, never darker than this
And the gentle coast keeps vibrating, keeps vibrating
When love leaned on us, it fеll like an ax
Two horses racing each othеr in a fist of fog
There was blood on this beach and in the mood that wove itself between us all
We grip the night like prophets honey, one might call it holding on
The unholy ghosts keep vibrating, keep vibrating
And when the slow wind is strumming our bodies like a cheap guitar
When the freshly woken daylight meets the gentle wavelength of the human pause
Under these muted seagulls and the soft hands of the sun
Man, the silence, it will crush you like the lowest vibration
When love leaned on us, it fell like an ax
Are we ever qualified baby
Tell me if I’m qualified baby please
Am I ever qualified?
Are we ever qualified baby please
When love leaned on us, it fell like an ax