It's the grand opening and here

We are with picks and pans to

Sift with our wrists on broken

Armrests the bitter taste of aluminum

And

Broken glass indications of a house

Broken glass indications of a house

While June asphalt sprouts steel wool

We stare at ceiling pin pricks and the light

That showed through

Unrolled cotton web as were just bright

Enough to make our skin look less

Sickly

Salt that quickly turns wheels like

A well filed gear

Salt that quickly turns wheels like

A well filed gear

When ticket stubs act as cigarettes

Too big bopper anthems

The wrecklessness of being lost

And showing of coin collections

It's the grand opening and here

We are with picks and pans to

It's knowing uncertainly is as comfor

As it's going to get

Salt that quickly turns wheels like

A well filed gear

Salt that quickly turns wheels like

A well filed gear

When ticket stubs act as cigarettes

Too big bopper anthems

The wrecklessness of being lost

And showing of coin collections