All this salt and stingnIs gonna set my broom to burnnWell I pierced the womb with a wicked tongue nMy girl you are a silly onennAnd I left my last lovenAnd I took the angel roadnAnd I followed it ‘til my fingers blednAnd I followed it to where nothing growsnnCar crash nLost calmnWe got ghosts sonnConstruct culpritnIn a hymnal sentencennAll that’s lost is lovenAnd the lesson that I learnednOur silence is the saddest songnAnd girl you are a silly onennThe heart that’s in your oldnWell its absence fills my lungsnAnd it could crush you into dust my dearnIt so far has drowned everyonennConceit remnantsnWe left photographsnAnd all that gave breathnBecome parchment