Ms. Lazarus

I come to you all dressed in sound

With bluebirds stripping wires to the ground

Connected to a time machine that will not power down

Set the crosshairs back on one

You said we'd only die here in a sun

The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine

So set the crosshairs back on one

I nail the loop that brings the second run

Passed the wished-on charms

And through the lens back to your living arms

This time machine won't power down

And this time machine won't power down

And still the crosshairs rest on one

And still you rest there in the morning sun

Still I fumble through the pages of constructions on the ride

I like the blown-out sound you've found

I like the way it feels here coming down

The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine