Reade McCardell - Archived lyrics

Before we move on to the next We unfold our bags Adjust apertures These things we'll have archived Archived Archived Archived A shred of cloth darkening with wet The tearing of a perforated edge A spit valve emptying in Nebraska at the end A bridge collapses, a captive coon douses its food Two blueberries, two blueberries in the final mouth Here is a bag of lists and a cherub pin Look, someone stapled their fortune to a tree Look, someone stapled their fortune to a tree Look, someone stapled their fortune to a tree These things, these things we'll have archived Archived Archived When the archives fill with water I've asked myself the same thing