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 sucks 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