Lying on our backs on the pavement, let there be light. Uou opened our eyes. The apple tree is an open casket. Lying on our backs on the pavement, let there be light, let it be bright. Lying on our backs on the pavement, let there be light. You opened our eyes. The body is a form of failure. Lying on our backs on the pavement, let there be light, let it be bright. Lying on our backs on the pavement, let there be light. You opened our eyes.
We’re covered like a flower cart and lying on our backs. Where are you and where have you run to? Where are you and why don’t you just come home?
Track Name: Gordon Paul
Let’s travel under the floorboards. Let’s sing to the curtains. We are all carpeted. We are all painted. We’re becoming the walls of this house, so let’s burn down. I am a window (I am a window). I am transparent (I am transparent). I am the air in which you are standing. We are the lawn and we will exist when this house is gone. But we’re not scared, though we should be scared. Our voices fill the house then out the windows and into the yard, where smoke and grass are holding our hands. We’re not alone in our interests inside the rooms that connect us. We will become everything, we’ll shatter as the doorball sings. We can be everywhere just like the carpet in this house. We’re moved in and peeling the layers of skin we drag around. Burning the kindling. The embers, they make a simple sound. The stone walls are sweating and our friends are dancing in the dark. The friction brings a reaction and this house was waiting for a spark
Track Name: Walnut Street is Dead (Long Live Walnut Street)
This is where I lived & learned, the place where I was born
and I will never leave it (I will never leave it). I know that you are headed to the west or some place else. It is your resting place, inside that safe escape. You scream out loud like siren sounds, you’ve reached your final goal which is to have and hold. As for us, we’ve figured out exactly how to breathe with vanishing lungs like these. So thank you new england trees and the sidewalks of walnut street.
Track Name: Eyjafjallajokull Dance
Open up the window and let the morning light in. I keep holding on to, I keep begging myself. Today we are superheroes, but tonight we’ll just be tired. I keep holding on to, I keep begging my self.