DESCRIPTION:
(lyrics done by ear)

want to make something with color and light
want to give up the ghost and increase the height
of the sails in my back and the wind in my hair
if it's not in this place then it's not anywhere

cause you're going, going, going, gone
you are sinking, shrinking, blinking on
a tiny ship on a tiny sea
don't come back at all if you don't come back to me

this is like the time we slept by the phones
or the time you passed out and woke up in the hall
of that shitty motel that was above the bar
that was shitty itself, I had taken your car

you're a falling, falling, falling star
you are tangling madly with all that you are
and you're nothing if you don't have diamonds or gold
you are nothing if you don't have a hand to hold

you're a gambling man that's fact to see plain
you lost part of your heart tween her most sudden main
and the rest of it went to the poetry girl
she wrote you the sweetest song out in the world

now you sing it like a symphony
at the top of your lungs say it makes you feel free
well I recall that feeling like exploding stars
in the middle of summer on the hood of your car

you're in a suicide, suicide, suicide squeeze
you're drunk and you're speaking that drunk Christianese
you're breaking down now with the greatest of ease
and you're falling and licking your own bloody knees

you're on a killing, killing, killing spree
you're loaded and locked in that old white oak tree
and the chances ain't good, I give you no guarantee
but one in a million seems better than dying to me

it seems better than dying to me