Once I was made beautiful in the light of an hour
But this year, I'm just a meal laid out for August to devour

So, quick, let's go, it's time for a ride
The future's yours, no, wait, I lied
It is not yours; it is a replica of scattered ash and the road the rain's on

What road?
What road?
What road?
What road?

Able, willing, ready, fuck the spiral jetty
Tonight we work large, we aim high
Pillars stare at a sky designed to come down upon everyone at once

So, quick, let's go, it's time for a ride
The future's yours no, wait, I lied
It is not yours; it is a replica of scattered ash and the road the rain's on

What road?
What road?
What road?
What road?

I'd been working on some open-ended shit
I was looking for an in and that was it
Back at the recital, signs remain vital
A statue is stone which rejects its own pulse
You heart's fair, your heart's square, your heart's not even there
Wasting shore leave on the girls from Point St. Claire
There is a light and it goes out, oh

A touch of classicism in the night
Your backlash was right where I wanted you
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
A touch of classicism in the night
Your backlash was right where I wanted you
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
A touch of classicism in the night
Your backlash was right where I wanted you
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too
Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too

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Writer(s): Daniel Bejar