You always knew that no one would ever satisfy you
And I was a calling card your dad gave you
Hunt me down like the woodsmen your brothers are
If your memory dies the far things will come far
I was the coffin in your church in the morning
I felt the calling of the army
I was an open coffin holding on to an open heart
If we're really apart then prove it and come back
You breathe blue and the chemicals satisfy you
Then the world view blurs and life looks thin
And I'm speaking from a falling car
Dividing itself and showing its parts
Pushing my ribs in, pushing my ribs in
My lungs don't understand