Pardon me
You’re not me
I’ve been flying
Virtually
I know the truth
About Siberia
But now I don’t
I know the wall
But now I won’t
Understand it all
Domestic airlines
Stomping all over
My ground
The Asians
Are waiting
For us to fall down
The titles are tidals
To waves that
Are sounds
And the rest of the world
Is going to drown
This is how it’s going to go down
Mammoth hands are holding rocks
Are molding blocks
And people are scolding
Hot
are scolding you
Not
the other way around
Take me to the end my dear
And pardon me while I burn
Tell the world to tidal wave
To save us before we turn
From flat to round
From earth to ground
The walls of which
are never down
So pick us up off the line
And tell me that you
Will never be mine
While I marry the Low Gun
And not Dante’s Peak
Because love is for the meek
And money is for the diseased
And I’ve never been to France
Or danced on someone else’s knees
Like you have
Like they all have
Pardon me
You’re not me
I’ve been flying
Virtually
I know the truth
About Siberia
But now I don’t
I know the wall
But now I won’t
Understand it all
Domestic airlines
Stomping all over
My ground
The Asians
Are waiting
For us to fall down
The titles are tidals
To waves that
Are sounds
And the rest of the world
Is going to drown
This is how it’s going to go down
I love your incubus
I love your succubus
