I can meet you by the road Where the spraypaint meets the gra** And your thirty second thoughts Melt into your time-lapse photographs And the day, seems to float again In the wake of your open arms The needle skips along the wax And the sun is solid gold I sick my canines to the fat 'Cause a heavy vessel floats And the day, seems to float again In the wake of your open arms Your body's beached along the bay I lit a bonfire and drowned it in your name I split your film into the light Of the never ending day And the cold collapsed my heart So I buried it in the canyons of your claim