She's sliding, she's sliding
down to the dregs of the world
She's fighting, she's fighting
the urge to make sand of pearls

Heaven can wait
and [bad word] s too far to go
somewhere between what you need
and what you know
And they are trying to drive
the escalator into the ground

She's hiding, she's hiding
on a battleship of baggage and bones
There's thunder, there's lightning
and an avalanche of faces you know.

Heaven can wait
and [bad word] s too far to go
somewhere between what you need
and what you know
And they are trying to drive
the escalator into the ground

And you left your credentials
in a Greyhound station
with a first aid kit and a flashlight
going to a desert unknown

Heaven can wait
and [bad word] s too far to go
somewhere between what you need
and you know
And they are trying to drive
the escalator into the ground