We're drifting goodbye on a rust-colored cloud. Oh fallopian friends, abandon us now. Our cisterns are full of bones ground to dust. The sky shows a bruise where our fingers have touched. Come suck on this vine, it tangles and nets. Come swallow the wine we squeeze from our breath. The ocean is shifting we're sailing the muck. The methane is rising to heaven above. We're tracing our shape on the walls of your house. We're surfing the sand that spills from your mouth. We're coming for more because nothing is left. The words are all gone there's more to be said... Send us away on ships made of silk. Send us to fly black skies washed with milk. People like us need a dream to escape. People like us, we need to sleep to awake...