[Verse 1]
             
It's the seaso

              
n of dust trai

             
ling old pick 

     
up trucks
            
Seashells wash

          
ed ashore down

           
 by the docks
             
So baby pull o

              
n your blue je

              
ans turn the r

     
adio loud
            
Don`t wait for

             
 the hour to g

             
ive birth to d

       
oubt

[Verse 2]
             
In the peak ha

              
rvest of snake

             
bites and wast

        
ed hindsight
            
When trivial t

            
ruths sit next

         
 to the tailli

ghts
             
When fenders o

              
f chrome they 

          
rattle and hum
            
All carved in 

             
the shape of f

        
reedom

[Verse 3]
             
Those flea mar

              
ket stalls in 

             
the bone dry n

 
oon
            
Despite pretty

            
 signs, look c

           
ursed and maro

oned
             
And trumpet no

              
tes wailing fr

             
om the candy s

 
tore
            
Like a work of

            
 art of uneasy

          
 rapport

[Verse 4]
             
The wreckage, 

              
the blunder, t

         
he tarot read
            
In the heat bl

            
urry air we're

            
 down in the f


ield
              
Where to the c

             
hoir of cicada

       
s' jubilee
           
Among the clou

             
ds we once fel

          
l asleep

[Verse 5]
             
The sirens of 

              
the shipyard b

             
y those dereli

     
ct whales
            
Old mothers si

          
nging rusty ol

   
d tales
             
Like revving e

             
ngines keening

      
 sky high
            
Yet theirs is 

            
never a war cr

     
y

[Verse 6]
             
So I'll be you

              
r lover now, b

           
razen and brig

ht
            
Like the flare

            
 of a match yo

            
u struck in th

   
e night
             
Though what do

              
es a stray kno

             
w about holy a

    
nd true
            
But I'll alway

             
s come to your

          
 rescue

[Coda]
          
Oh Lord won't 

              
you hear your 

         
children cry
            
Singing their 

            
praise and the

        
ir hallelujahs
          
I have no more

             
 words to desc


ribe
           
An empty sky o

         
f hollow blue,

 yeah
          
So where is my

             
 lover, my fir

   
elight
            
The line on th

           
e edge of trut

        
h and rumour
          
We took our vo

             
ws in the hear

          
t of the night
             
We were brazen

             
 and bright, w

              
hen we were br

           
azen and brigh

        
t