Field Report - Decision Day lyrics

Now the morning was gilded around the edges With the shavings from bone They were pressed in and glued against the corner Carved just like soapstone And it was gloriously great The sun was a radiant underlay Fighting, fading, winning, waiting Hurrying behind milk and cloud and snow And now the blinds are up a foot from the bottom And I can make out outlines of ankles, legs, and a**es And a fresh sets sends blood through my ears And the memories flood to let me out my boredom And the final silly strand has been cut clean through There is a pop, a crack, and a thud And you are free and I am free now To extricate ourselves from the mud You practiced your name In the margins of pages Of a hundred thousand rough drafts I heard they roughed you up pretty bad You gotta climb up the mountain top and scream out loud And chip your teeth on a bottle top and do me proud When I held your hand in my blood-free hands I swear they were the cleanest ones in town Take your time and let the tide Pull you out to sea Take your time and let the tide Pull you in me