Plate Tectonics
Lately, cracked up things seem like (mostly) all I bring. Cut rings (fucked-up strings) transit more. Baby, baby, baby, let me open your door. Maybe, if I wait right here (where else?) melting plates will fuse shut (bad idea!) ocean floors. Baby, baby, baby, let me open your door. Bridges break and slide into the sea. Cities shake, sliding down to waiting places, waiting for me, waiting for me. Death, like life, can come out of the sea. Baby, look for me, living (while it lasts) above the sea. I can’t (I really can’t) take much more. Baby, baby, baby, let me open your door. Lately, cracked up things Seem like (mostly) all I bring. Cut rings (fucked-up strings) transit more. Baby, baby, baby, let me open your door. Bridges break and slide into the sea. Cities shake, sliding down to waiting places, waiting for me, waiting for me. Death, like life, can come out of the sea.