We're gone but not better
lighted match can burn the cabin down he built
It's not long but it matters
Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville
My daughter's a [bad word] the hair of the white waves
fountain of saphires under the bridges of utah
Instilled in us ethics not by god, but by our choice
I can't even imagine
But i can see it
Tell them all to chop me off
With left handed [bad word] when you're touched
On marble covered mountains you're the brimstone
When surrounded [bad word] cotton floors are of no use
We see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets [bad word] by standards and we give ourselves all the credit
I can't put my finger on it
But i can see it
Tell them all to chalk me out
With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids
On marble covered mountains you're my cargo
No, you're the brimstone
Yes, you're my cargo