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