Heirlooms

Sometimes treasures found are treasures best left hidden
 Like petty crimes that shouldn't be forgiven
 And the shadow cast by the towers you left standing
 Listen to the ringing in your ears
 You belmont(?) mouth and drinking paint the water
 Pillow aches and eyes burn for tomorrow
 Wedding seasons to temporary reasons
 Nothing but the ringing in your ears
 A trumpet tales you heard ad infinitum(?)
 Parting words and how we might divide them
 No holy wars or drunk high school reunions
 Nothing but the ringing in our ears
 The paper bag film version of your life
 The family jewels you put under the knife
 And heirlooms mark the stunts you can't get rid of
 Branded in your backside for you to sit on
 Sunlight paints the poles with dusk and plaster
 These days the waves lap the sidewalks so much faster
 I fall asleep in the valley between your shoulders
 Listen to the ringing in my ears (x4)
 See the way that you fall back to the back of the line (x6)