The desert is a strange place to be
When you're looking for an ocean on your knees.
I've come all this way, so i guess i'll stay,
There is an explanation for everything.
The desert is a strange place to go
But the buses stop anywhere the wind blows.
I saw a helicopter fly towards an unfamiliar glow in the evening sky
And all the while you were looking at me with your solar eclipse eye.
Desert pacific octopi.
How long did you look for hidden messages in what i wrote?
Part of me wishes you never really stopped.
Part of me wishes you never really stopped.
The desert is a lost place for those
Who get so terribly distracted by empty rooms
But they built houses just in time to collect our precious lives
On mantlepieces all over town.
I watch the holes in the skyline
Like the gaps in the wave form where i give the song time.
I learned.
I got such a big backpack. it is pulling me down.
But it's kinda where i am now, it's kinda where i come from.
Rooftops are dripping with words they have written
In times when their hearts and the cities were smitten
And the parking lot where we secretly met
Holds the imprint of our fingertips when the concrete was wet
And my lips are sewn shut and my hips are boulders
For ships that won't come to crash on my bones.
I run to where the stray dogs won't find me,
Where the broadcast breaks off,
Where the darkness and the ocean align.
And all the while you were looking at me with your solar eclipse eye. desert pacific octopi.