Small talk happens in my home townnBodies walk but don't move too much aroundnIt's a safe dirt nap town where you can make a friendnAs fast as you can put one, put one in the groundnnI never thought much of heart, beating or other wisenThere wasn't much in the sound, wrapping my ears innAnd you may say God's got it in for usnBut I'm not sure he's around or anywhere to be found aroundnnA glazed stare is a common one in this townnTongues are known to hang as low as the cloudsnYou were gold when you arrived, but the rain came downnAnd showed that you were tin, that you were tinnnIt isn't nothing at allnBrushed off in a subtle waynYou turn shallownnMy fingers dip way in your skinnExposing the scales you've been hidingnCovering this whole timennThe sea may wash you awaynThe ground ate you wholenThe trees may come alivenMay come alive and constrictnnThe mountains may splitnAnd cave into the turfnForever infinitenOpened widen