You were named like pastures Fields with little stone walls Little stone eyes Eyes that watch the angles Squares and green, and squares and green, I Grappling Boston bay with neck Under the diving board she will Toss you between her thumbs, oh, you're a tumbler Now you'll watch the blackout Creeks, were they from you? Where do they hide? In the flashing hills, in the dewing pride You're stepping out of your bones You're stepping out of your bones So teach me to atone We were fattened among the calves, and Flailing among the mites, you weaved a tangle Yeah, soon they come down Wings and a word Calling aloud for melody Now everybody be here in the room Now is the fake The real is the word You were named like bankers Love set in one pile, sex in two piles Music, sport, and dancing Like mirrors, we duel Infinities of faults So carry me to the end Where the air and the wing are one A nameless stroke of Sun, until they're memory Yeah, now you'll build the rat den Wood with little dead flies Little left hope Me and my brother, we've got Space and got hands, got space and got hands So maybe we'll start a band With the strangler you have to like 'Cause he knows how to play the drums, yu're called Forsakers Yeah, soon they come down Wings and a word Calling aloud for melody Now everybody be here in the room Now is the fake The real is the word