All Signs Of Life

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