Boiling Point

Better now I know you well at all You might seek to breathe me when I talk I will stare your madness in the signs Skies are falling weakness in no time But where you are, and where you roam And where you're from is not to notice very well Very well at all Pick you up at seven or eight Tell them yourself at Alderberry lake Collecting beaches cemetery ark Two hundred in mile into the stars Over thirty feet long it was well Ninety in the mire where you could sail There uneven been upon way ours One that stood between us in the yard Writhing, shaking, when you're leaving Piling all in, you're echoing Half the nights in living promises The night can rake me in You're right under the skin Writing promises Your noise that you're making By the stars, your ark uncollected all this time The noise that you close around Better now I know you well at all You might seem to breathe me when I talk I will stare your madness in the signs Skies are falling weakness in no time But where you are, and where you roam And where you're from is not to notice very well Very well at all