My Childish Bride-The Airborne Toxic Event

[00:15.733]Have you ever seen a map laid flat, four corners pinned back, all the lines and the legend in black, [00:23.307]so clear that you feared it was nearly all in your mind? [00:31.315]And the phrase that fell from her lips left a rip from the top of your shoulders to the point of your hip; [00:38.681]and the feeling that you get is if God exists he’s really unkind. [00:45.632]But it’s not what you want to say when you’re losing. [00:51.060]All the meaning’s lost in the choosing: the right side, the wrong side, the side that’s been winning. [00:58.354]Forget the words, look back to the beginning. [01:02.149]My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face [01:16.581]Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face [01:32.493]There’s an ocean on land. There’s a plan. There’s a plan. [01:36.252]There’s a fifty-foot tower running power over sand. [01:40.078]There was a city on a hill. It was a thrill but the lights are all gone. [01:47.754]Now we stare at each other like a sister to a brother, like a pusher to a shover, [01:53.455]like a secret to a cover, like a lover to a lover under covers with the stereo on. [02:02.497]But it’s not what you said to me when you were leaving. [02:07.408]Oh this mass of bodies, we’re heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. [02:15.167]Forget your words, remember they got us. [02:19.213]My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face [02:33.404]Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face [02:49.838]Tell me are you real? Do you feel? Do you steal these moments you reveal with those eyes that can’t conceal? [02:57.089]Were you wronged? Was your song just some clever thing that you made up? [03:04.796]‘Cause the words are just right and I could listen all night. [03:08.497]I could whisper. I could bite. I could write. I could write. I could sing. I could cling. [03:14.194]There’s not a single thing I’d ever give up. [03:19.406]But it’s not what you meant to me when you were leaving. [03:24.068]Oh this mass of bodies all heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. [03:31.852]Forget yourself, remember they bought us. [03:35.808]My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face [03:50.304]Sometimes, I see my life slip by like a taste of death. [04:11.949]