Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Bird
Violin
Erika Wennerstrom
Vocals
Tyler Chester
Piano
Alan Hampton
Bass Guitar
Ted Poor
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Bird
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Bird
Producer
Paul Butler
Producer
David Boucher
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Well, I'm coming to the edge of the widest canyon
My companions dear
I'm starting to question my manifest destiny
My claim to this frontier
And I'm coming to the brink of a great disaster
The end just has to be near
The Earth spins faster, whistles right past you
Whispers death in your ear
Oh, don't pretend you can't hear
Don't pretend you can't
I can hear your tendrils still digging
For everything that's walked this Earth once living
Then to be exhumed and burned to vapor
Can you save her?
Now she's in the air
Radical and free
Neither here nor there
She's obliged to no one
She's obliged to no one
Coming to the edge of a rising ocean
Such commotion and fear
And we keeping all our eyes on what's on the horizon
And all that we hold dear
Coming to the brink of a great disaster
The end just has to be near
And the Earth spins faster, whistles right past you
Whispers death in your ear
Don't pretend you can't hear
Don't pretend you can't
I can hear your tendrils still digging
For everything that's walked this Earth once living
Then to be exhumed and burned to vapor
Can you save her?
Now she's in the air
Radical and free, no
Not a goddamn care
She's obliged to no one
She's obliged to no one, oh
Don't pretend you can't hear
Don't pretend you can't hear
Writer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird
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