Midcity sunshower sirens are blaring
I know it's not pretty but some say it's real
Let's down a few coffees and head to the shore
Sleep on the sand and hope the tide takes us in
If we're unfortunate enough to again open our eyes
Groggy and squinting we will make our way home
Either way i will have lost my smile to the waves
To the bleak screaming green
As sure as my eventual decay
Words without meaning are doves without wings
Desperate cries to death delayed by flesh
And i would laugh but i'm stuck in the middle of it
And i would cry but it seems that i've missed my chance
If they put me in the ground promise me now
A smile forced on my face
For without the pleasure or power or pain
Nothing has changed
Have it be grand
