Microphones The Sun
See,
Me raising waiving my hankerchif on the shore,
See,
My arm raised high
See,
That ship sail off, with it sails a lot
And See,
Me dry my eyes and see more
Salty tears flow as my house is blown wide,
And see me watch the waves roll in from somewhere,
See me squint my eyes,
See me learn to live without my loved ones,
See me scan the sky,
And see the flock of birds goodbye,
And turn to go inside.
But I feel you,
On my neck you are above fire.
See me reach up,
See me touch my neck,
And see my fingers recoil
See the life come back into my body
And see me living wide
And see me look from side to side
And tip-toe in your light
See me look at you and lose my sight
And when my eyes burned I saw it
Here comes a black ship, rising under wet sail
See if fill the sky,
See it billow up,
See that gleaming eyes,
And hear their scary trumpets,
See me running terror for the mountain,
See me scramble high
See me burned and blind
And all hopeless and baron
See me sprawled out see me crawl and wine
See me search for signs
And I see you,
Weird and high,
You are above
You are above a fire
You are above a fire
