We're gone but not better
A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built
It's not long but it matters
Your suit and tie are much too tight in Farmersville

My daughter's a goldmine, combing the hair of the white waves
A fountain of saphires under the bridges of Utah
Instilled in us ethics not by god, but by our choice
I can't even imagine, but i can see it

Tell them all to chop me off with left handed scissors rusting when you're touched
On marble covered mountains, you're the brimstone

When surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use
We see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets
Encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit
I can't put my finger on it, but i can see it

Tell them all to chalk me out with oval arms and hopscotch eyelids
On marble covered mountains, you're my cargo