Letra da Música

Provisionally eyed, practically alive, mistook sign for signified, 
And so sins have often tried to run him off a cliff like 
Gadarene swine 
Inside my wardrobe seem anchor bent, 
Wondering whether we were someone better then... 
Or maybe just better able to pretend, 

And what better means to our inevitable end? 
You know, I don't know if 
I know, though some with certainty insist, 
No certainty exists! 
Well I'm certain enough of this; 
in the past fourteen years there's only 
One girl I've kissed! 

And the blistering heat of the Asbury peer we sat, 
quiet as monks on the 
Ferris wheel. 
You're looking down at the water, down at the sea, 
I asked her "did that 
Ever occur in fantasy? 
Where you pushed little kids from the tops of the 
Ride?" Then she shook her head "no," I said "Oh, neither do I.
" And with my 
Grandma's ring, I went down on one knee. 
And the subsequent catastrophe 
has since haunted me like a fiberglass ghost 

I sent part of me 
(Like a fibreglass ghost to ask of my inconveniently 
Selective memory) 
Forgetfully you, mercifully withdrew, all the bearing 
Points we thought we knew, days run, days set clock, 
our calm is shot. 
We sailed waywardly on, singing our midnight archer songs 
until well past 
Dawn. It's still dark on the deck of our boat, haphazardly blown, 
broken 
Bows, our aimless arrow words don't mean a thing 
Tonight I think it's pretty obvious that there's no God. 
And there's 

Definitely a God! 
I dreamt on the rocks at the asbury dune 
that you jumped from the top of 
The log flume 
And they gather like wolves on the boardwalk below 
They're howling for answers 
No wolf can know I charged at the waves with a glass in my hand 

I was tossed like a ball at the bottle stand 
And I landed besides your remains on the stone 
where your cold finger 
Wrapped round my ankle bone 
Maybe ten feet away was a star, 
Thousands of times the size of our sun 
Exploding like party balloons... 
Slept until our chest was full of yarn we 
Spun from Shetland wool. 
Socks from where the Dorset grows, sheared and 
Scoured hours before the rooster crows. 
The price of German silver fell, 
Threw this huge tailors down the superstition well.