Eleven Lyrics

Eleven lyrics

Quit making faces at the one I love

These errant tightropes that you're thinkin' of

Can't be undone the instant that they're set

Above this scorched and torrid hallowed ground



Or so they say in the city

So they say in the sea

Set your watch round the corner

While they bleed



I heard a rumor that you lost your job

Was it just hearsay or of factual ground?

This tightrope's set now there's no going back

To Sepiata and the Plastic Surgeons with



Pineapple cones bleaching your bones

Pineapple cones bleaching your bones

Pineapple cones



They came on the crest of a wave

The cusp of Equinox today but they'll surely go

This pillar of sleep orbited

By thousands of delicate thoughts that will surely go



These satellites fleeced at the door

Comprised of the reason of years that will surely go



As life flashes fitfully down

This spirit so fitfully drowns

A signal is sent from the core

To bring all the satellites home, home, home, yeah



A quart of the way

A quart of the ghost still remains

Tsunami that rip at the skin

Anonymous wrenches of blame



A great tidal wave

Over the house on the hill

The snakes are all burden with lead

Plum bum dementia for them, just don't forget