Kyle Morton Survivalist Fantasy
[Verse 1: Kyle Morton]
The traffic lights are out and all the phones are dead
Don't answer the door for anyone
Before we lost the power I think the television said:
"Stay inside your homes; wait for help to come"
That must have been weeks ago
Now I've got this sinking feeling
You and I are the only ones
[Verse 2: Kyle Morton]
Now I'm the last man standing you are woman's paragon
The garden's ours now—we're competitionless
Suppose a third party's necessary just to get it on
The rituals of love demand an audience
I went I found some mannequins
I set 'em up lining the bedroom
The safe words: "eyes to God"
[Chorus: Kyle Morton, Danielle Sullivan]
My love, come and lie down
Come and lie down with me
My love, come and lie down
Come and lie down with me
[Bridge: Kyle Morton]
The world was ripe
The world was crowded
And in its compound eye
We felt expansive
With the knowledge
We had our whole lives
Yeah we had options
Now our love
While not enough
It's all there is...
[Verse: Kyle Morton]
The truth settled down like a euthanized pet
It's over—there's no need to repopulate
Inscribed in our eyes was the grim epithet:
Lovers without leverage, we sealed our fate
But there's a chance we can still be saved
I cooked up some medicine, darling
Just drink 'til there's nothing left
[Chorus: Kyle Morton, Danielle Sullivan]
My love, come and lie down
Come and lie down with me
My love, come and lie down
Come and lie down with me
My love, come and lie down
Come and lie down with me
My love, come and lie down
Come and lie down with me
[Spoken voice recording]
Yeah, sure. Uh, it starts like this:
I'm standing at the top of the stairs and down at the bottom there's this door and someone's pounding on it as hard as they can...trying to get in
And my instinct is to run away, but the stairs—they don't go anywhere—so I can only go down
Uh, the door itself it's got this – it's got a window in it and through the window I can see the outline of a face, but the features are all indistinct and the light outside is this kind of sick, grey twilight
As I'm going down the stairs I have this thought that all of this has already happened
Then I reach the bottom and I open the door...
