Nazca Pilot
Raise your eyes to the neon clouds above
Got put on hold for her foreverlong love
You know I hate my name, but it sounds so good when you scream it
Come on, blue sky, come on, come on
Come on, blue sky, come on
Two legs on a compass that perforates the skin
A groove on a ring that burns as it digs in
The spin of the Earth slowly flushed you out like a turd
Move on, move on, move on
Gotta move on, move on
You traced your veins in a road map of scars
And dragged me on your route behind your black-and-blue car
Now I've cut my leash, you drive straight into the sun
And now I watch you burn
Two numbers painted on the face of a cliff
Drains out the old blood and mainlines in a new breath
Got nothing to do, and no one's open this late
Come on, blue sky, come on, come on
Come on, blue sky, come on