Send us a signal, give us a sign

The needle's on empty, but she swore everything would be fine

But it's on fire, and there's bees in the walls

They're buzzing so loud that I swear I miss every one of my calls

So do it with smoke, do it with light

But whatever you do, just make sure that it's strong and it's bright

Cause it feels like the end

But I now and then overreact

They've been saying that since way back when the moon turned to blood and made rivers all over your back now

This whole world conviction and a lifetime of wonder

The creeping suspicion that it's all soon going under

Bought all my sandals from that landslide in the small town

The wax from the candle's on the strap of her costume ballgown

It comes through the windows just like radiation, it penetrates like a saber

And according to all my calculations, the sickness will descend in even gradations, defying the preacher's evaluations

Now is always better than later

Go get the door, send them away

This is not a good time and it doesn't look like a good day

Cause the house has the odds, they're a hundred to one

That you will decay in your tracks and you'll blind as you stare at the sun

Just making it's rounds and increasing the dread

That each morning you leave slightly more of yourself in the bed

But the radio's on and it's turning my heart into gold

And the guilt I once had is gone, it's replaced by a fear dying before I get old now

The scent of the decay will stay with you all of your life

The way that the blood still, decades later, stains your pen knife

It's 10:59 according to the clock at the station

Oh, what a perfect time to begin making accusations

It's easy to forget, but it's tough to lose, like the color of your complexion

Blends in so nicely with purples and blues and most of the time it's disguised as a bruise

It sleeps under the skin as the good life accrues

If breathing's the error, it's the simplest correction

Oh, cause of breathing's the error, it's the simplest correction