《The Ends》歌词

[00:08:57] It seems sap is sweet on hands,

[00:08:57] But in trees its subject to an even higher power.

[00:08:57] And no matter how you feel

[00:08:57] It will tend to, tending to keep you alive.

[00:08:57] And the rest: a simple time stretching of one earth & common fabric...

[00:08:57] Of fragile blood run cellular engine and something or other...

[00:08:57] Is there no sort of luck involved

[00:08:57] In not being born an ant or elephant...

[00:08:57] Or is this just, pure and unadulterated math,

[00:08:57] Water willed, and egg improvised,

[00:08:57] Until hatched by knife light then...

[00:08:57] Mother named, after her extremely painful experience.

[00:08:57] Allowing the vast maze of birth and mistake,

[00:08:57] To take its toll on all that practical destiny

[00:08:57] And then child-sized specificity.

[00:08:57] Lain there,

[00:08:57] Inherent in the once one celled organism.

[00:08:57] A consummate pin-hole poked in the plot behind planet earth and such.

[00:08:57] A pin-hole poked...Is enough to sink an entire universe of tiny ships.

[00:08:57] Freeing all that perfect principal lain inherent

[00:08:57] In a step by step schematic of the human dive.

[00:08:57] And when planets align... all you can do is dive...

[00:08:57] And this... this is the soft spear of the human condition,

[00:08:57] But you yourself are not.

[00:08:57] You are more...

[00:08:57] The pulled on skull of something that was never really all that young.

[00:08:57] You are more...

[00:08:57] One wung

[00:08:57] And consumed by your most gross of concerns.

[00:08:57] Can you remain in love from deep space,

[00:08:57] With no fish bowl on and a busted communicator...

[00:08:57] Or have you everything planned.

[00:08:57] Is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope,

[00:08:57] That you would use to tug your weightless mass along on,

[00:08:57] Till you found a planet that you felt might be just right for you.

[00:08:57] Or is it possible the view of earth at such a distance

[00:08:57] Would have played you for the fool as well...

[00:08:57] Hour Hero Yes showed you there'd be days like this...

[00:08:57] And they'd come with the rain on of course.

[00:08:57] A good gallon of reverb let loose on your personal truth,

[00:08:57] Dark eared on the edge of your sleeping slab.

[00:08:57] Having been bent born & went phantom dayed,

[00:08:57] Hope stole on in the equal parts miracle of

[00:08:57] Bringing yourself to and from sleep.

[00:08:57] In calendrical waltz...

[00:08:57] All to feel aimed,

[00:08:57] At last, your heartjaw kissed against the coming dawn...

[00:08:57] In dive

[00:08:57] Let go at last

[00:08:57] Our hero yes is done dove,

[00:08:57] Safe through several more hypothetical "seconds before death,"

[00:08:57] Unto the never similar wilds of his ground teeth powered and b-movie dreams.

[00:08:57] It begins...

[00:08:57] With all white, in a sound proofed hallway

[00:08:57] Your staring down the empty eye slits of a lowsocket. waking

[00:08:57] On the floor at the foot of the bright light blocking and locked

[00:08:57] Hundredth door of luck.

[00:08:57] At the opposite end of the hall sits a pair of empty pay public binoculars,

[00:08:57] Slumped, facing your way.

[00:08:57] In the dead of their stare, you marvel about,

[00:08:57] Until you eye this one door that appears to be both half open and closed.

[00:08:57] And are drawn moth to the bulb,

[00:08:57] Head down, as if reeled round a gear by the guts,

[00:08:57] Inching toward your intuit-picked portal of choice...

[00:08:57] Now knelt, yet not without nerves in this moment of mostly glory,

[00:08:57] You look for the knob, and see nothing but healed shut keyhole.

[00:08:57] Dax-strong in this dream you begin to cut key

[00:08:57] In the furthest corner of a clearest skull,

[00:08:57] When you feel your kneecaps being nursed by a white on white welcome mat.

[00:08:57] You tilt your skull to read "WOE-BE-GONE" only written wrong or in mirror. Your hands and heart full of edge, you lift the mat gently,

[00:08:57] And there beneath it's omen embroidered, sits an intact wishingbone...

[00:08:57] You carefully lift your instrument of certain luck to the door,

[00:08:57] And it slowly unclenches the scar seem set where it's keyhole would be....

[00:08:57] And so you snap bliss bone, cut wish and begin to lock pick...

[00:08:57] Until you hear trough the thick of the door the deadbolt caughing loose...

[00:08:57] Suddenly the fear black above your skull, beneath your skin goes wild.

[00:08:57] As the door of your choice opens itself slowly...

[00:08:57] Sealing off your face with perfect stripes of rising bone and angst,

[00:08:57] Of alabaster and pit,

[00:08:57] Allowing the bright right light of luck

[00:08:57] To completely believe

[00:08:57] And eclipse you...