Well Met (Fingers Through the Fence)

The cliff and the sea worry me

It takes weeks and weeks and weeks of energy

The church in the town, is it crumbling down?

The more that you eat, the bigger the meal

Wrestle back my shoes and coat, from the robot in my clothes

Ground is filling up with stones, no more grass between my toes

The list of guests is growing

And we can see them looking

Your salty back is shaking

Past the edge, bones are sinking

The kids all in green, eat their beans

And they ride and ride and ride with energy

They're putting out fires and they're making new plans

They’re washing their clothes with ash on their hands

Rows of bricks and boring homes, and the robot in my clothes

Ground is filling up with stones, no more grass between my toes

The church in the town, is it crumbling down?

The church in the town, is it crumbling down?

The church in the town, is it crumbling down?

The church in the town, is it crumbling down?

The church in the town, is it crumbling down?

The church in the town, is it crumbling down?

Breaking off and falling in

Eating beans, eating skin

What are you reading?

I see

This great blur

All around me

All around me

And it’s always changing

It’s always changing

From the backseat

Backseat

Just blues and reds

Blues and reds

There’s nothing else to see

There's nothing else to see

We’re with the fishies

Our skin is cracking

Tombstones are rolling

Circles enclosing

And we just play our songs

To the sea

And hope that nothing comes

And washes us away

Through metal fences

My fingers rested

Obliterated

I do nothing

All those things that you

That you could be

Well they just go away

Well they just go away

In a flash of red and blue

In a flash of red and blue

The future's perfect

From the backseat