Someone's telling the toll to me
I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tr ee
but i don't care who's left behind
lost revelations that I'll never find
in the l ong ha ll pipes ar e whispering
blues prepared for anti-christening
somewhere there's an honest soul
to mirror teeth where neon lures troll
and what's extinct might come alive
a purple smoke in some internal shrine
with a l ong si gh let th e hissing in
stones d eforme d by gentl e kissing and
all the closed eyes start to glisten
but it feels like someone's missing
yeah it feels like someone's missing
yeah it feels like someone's missing
yeah it feels like someone's missing
it feels li ke someone' s missin g