I take flight on borrowed time

I was once terrified of heights

I say a prayer, I'll look down when I'm ready to die

If you cross over tonight

You see beyond the darkest sky

You taste the blood of something wild and alive

You might light up in a flash, you won't hold onto a flame

It's a squalid way to live but it's the rules of the game

It ain't your fault, it's just a shame

To fall without aim

I walk down East 7th Street

A wistful, wild depravity

Iconoclastic, black and white, dusty and sweet

I tell this story every time

Real love don't follow a straight line

It breaks your neck, it builds you a delicate shrine

You might mourn all that you wasted, that's just part of the haul

Tangling up all your good fortune, bearing the heart of the fall

You won't break it, after all

Look at us, man and bride, in a grinding sound

Faithful to a life underground

When the picture fades, the years will make us calm

I'll sing a song at your funeral

Laid in the Mississippi Gulf

Or back home at Waxahatchee Creek

You know you got a friend in me

I'm an angler, married to the sea