The Shins
Those to Come
Eyeless in the morning sun you were
pale mild, a modern girl
taken with thought, still prone to care
makin tea in your underwear
you went out in the yard to find
something to eat clear your mind
something bad inside me went away
quaking leaves broken light
shifting skin the coming night
the bearers of all good things arrive
climb inside us, twist cry
a kiss on your molten eyes
myriad lives like blades of grass
yet to be realized, bow as they pass
they are cold,
still,
waiting in the ether,
to form,
feel,
kill,
propagate,
only to die
(x2)
dissolve
magically,
absurdly,
they ll end,
leave,
dissipate,
coldly
strangely
return