I can meet you by the road where the spraypaint meets the grass and your thirty second thoughts melt into your time-lapse photographs
and the day, seems to float again in the wake of your open arms
the needle skips along the wax and the sun is solid gold I sick my canines to the fat 'Cause a heavy vessel floats
and the day, seems to float again in the wake of your open arms
your body's beached along the bay I lit a bonfire and drowned it in your name I split your film into the light of the never ending day and the cold collapsed my heart so I buried it in the canyons of your claim