And I was feeling dirty 'til now
No longer I'm embarrassed
As summer's urges soon submerge
Is your reflection on me?
Is your reflection on me?
There's a spark in the air
But we are safe, returning from work
You know the names of every streetlight
By your mother's driveway
I know you're sick of the same skyline
But someday they will fall
As their base is choked by frightening worms
Whose blind organs can see
The statue will ungrip me
I'm freer than the living
If that's what they're called
Now it's too nice to breathe