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



Nothing has changed



Have it say