I Come To You All Dressed In Sound

Bluebirds Tripping Wires To The Ground

Connected To A Time Machine That Will Not Power Down

Set The Crosshairs Back On One

You Said We'd Only Die Here In A Sun

The Way Your Head Stone Shines

I Only Wish That It Was Mine

So Set The Crosshairs Back On One

And Nail The Loop That Brings The Second Run

Passed The Wished On Charms

And Through The Lens Back To Your Living Arms

This Time Machine Won't Power Down

And This Time Machine Won't Power Down

And Still The Crosshairs Rest On One

And Still You Rest There In The Morning Sun

And Still I Fumble Through Pages Of Constructions On The Ride

I Like The Blown Out Sound That You've Found

I Like The Way It Feels Here Coming Down

The Way Your Headstone Shines

I Only Wish That It Was Mine