lost on the mountains
rust in my brain
the air is sacred here
in spite of your claim
up on the rooftops
out of reach
trickster is meaningless
trickster is weak
he's talking out the world
hey! this is only halfway

i wanted you so bad
i couldn't say
all things fall apart
we want it all so bad
that we couldn't say
these things fall apart

truant kids - a can of brick dust worms
who do not want to climb down from
their chestnut tree
long white gloves
police tread carefully
escaped from the zoo
the perfect child facsimile is
talking out the world
talking out the world
hey! this is only halfway