on the way you blab like a happy bimbo sifting the night air for weapons before you suck it into your lungs into the diving bell with foraging behemoths on the way you blush like a raving psycho tossing a mussel back to life before you suck us into your eyes into the diving bell favoring my bad leg to a snow-blown motel i'm dragging my bad leg the horizon's heaven's assault you can live on the salt you can live on it all