Lungs

I've known your lungs
 But not enough
 To know those lungs are now full of blood
 Songbird throated all
 The secrets of the non-sense above the clouds
 I've known your lungs
 But not enough
 To know those lungs are now full of blood
 Songbird throated all
 The secrets of the non-sense above the clouds
 It hurts sometimes
 In the way that you feel it in your ribs
 Feel it in your fingertips
 Or on the side of your sleeping head
 A pillow of lace and lead
 Or in the way where the city's torn in two
 And one half drops with the weight of you
 A stringed instrument could follow your tune
 Stretched by the inevitable falling
 We'll
 Do
 You meet it
 At the edge of
 The bitter ocean
 A sand pile sure knows
 How to glitter now
 Waist deep
 Into the final
 Hours
 Before the sun tower
 Topples into flowers
 And now it seems the city's torn in two
 And one half drops
 With the weight of you
 A stringed instrument could follow your tune
 Stretched by the inevitable falling we'll do