River Ritual - Heavy Hail lyrics

When you wake up And feel everything is over; Here are sweet teardrops for breakfast And even a gla** of milk looks black In this 2x100 relay I'm not ready to pick up the baton How sweet would be another road accident Together on the southern highway They whisper my name, I have to go there; I wear worn out stripes like a contrail This isn't the sound of heavy hail These are the knocks of pa**ing souls When you run out of time And feel this is the last time You're embracing your best friend A father, a son and a holy ghost My real being is the one of a tyke So fragile, unstitched percale This isn't the sound of heavy hail These are the beaks of the masked shrikes In this 2x100 relay I'm not ready to pick up the baton This isn't the sound of heavy hail These are the knocks of pa**ing souls We wanted to make another road accident Together on the southern highway This isn't the sound of heavy hail These are the beaks of the masked shrikes