I come to you all dressed in sound
bluebirds tripping wires to the ground
connected to a time machine that will not power down
set the crosshairs back on one
you said we'd only die here in a sun
the way your head stone shines
I only wish that it was mine
so set the crosshairs back on one
and nail the loop that brings the second run
passed the wished on charms
and through the lens back to your living arms
this time machine won't power down
and this time machine won't power down
and still the crosshairs rest on one
and still you rest there in the morning sun
and still I fumble through pages of constructions on the ride
I like the blown out sound that you've found
I like the way it feels here coming down
The way your headstone shines
I only wish that it was mine
