Between Pacific Coasts

Down the lane, breathe out loud in half frozen air The black amnesias in heaven are lighting a half moon on the stairs Down the lane, And I bite my lip when I breathe out loud Wrapped in Japanese paper all the way around In California can't see the sun rise Smoke doesn't climb like it lingers In California can't see the sun rise Smoke doesn't climb like it lingers In California... Runs long on a broken, broken lung Runs long I breathe out loud in half frozen air And I bite my lip when I breathe out loud I bite my lip when I breathe out loud, loud, loud, loud, loud