I come to you all dressed in sound,
with bluebirds tripping wires to the ground,
connected to a time machine that will not power down
Set the crosshairs back on one,
you said we'd only die here in a sun
The way your headstone shines,
I only wish that it was mine

So set the crosshairs back on one,
I nail the loop that brings the second run,
past the wished on charms
and through the lens back to your living arms

This time machine won't power down
And this time machine won't power down

And still the crosshairs rest on one,
and still you rest there in the morning sun
Still I fumble through pages of constructions on the ride
I like the blown out sound we've found,
I like the way it feels here coming down
The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine