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 squeezed from our breast

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
Cause 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
We need a dream to escape
People like us
We need to sleep to awake