Well Met (Fingers Through the Fence)

The cliff and the sea worry me It takes weeks and weeks and weeks of energy The church in the town, is it crumbling down? The more that you eat, the bigger the meal Wrestle back my shoes and coat from the robot in my clothes Ground is filling up with stones, no more grass between my toes The list of guests is growing And we can see them looking Your salty back is shaking Past the edge, bones are sinking The kids all in green eat their beans And they ride and ride and ride with energy They're putting out fires and they're making new plans They're washing their clothes with ash on their hands Rows of bricks and boring homes, and the robot in my clothes Ground is filling up with stones, no more grass between my toes The church in the town, is it crumbling down? The church in the town, is it crumbling down? The church in the town, is it crumbling down? The church in the town, is it crumbling down? The church in the town, is it crumbling down? The church in the town, is it crumbling down? (Breaking off and falling in) (Eating beans, eating skin) (What are you reading?) I see this great blur All around me, all around me And it's always changing, it's always changing From the backseat, backseat Just blues and reds, blues and reds There's nothing else to see, there's nothing else to see We're with the fishies, our skin is cracking Tombstones are rolling, circles enclosing And we just play our songs to the sea And hope that nothing comes and washes us away Through metal fences, my fingers rested Obliterated, I do nothing All those things that you, that you could be Well, they just go away, well, they just go away In a flash of red and blue, in a flash of red and blue The future's perfect from the backseat