Under layers of solid rock
far removed from the shifting tides
And having weathered all acts of God
Are the artifacts of the glory vibe
The holy unrecognizable
Lighting up real cigarettes
Cursed by ex lives

Drinking only to free themselves
From the hands of cruel women in another man's home
From the graves of good friends on the side of the road
No posture no proof of the one night stand
Just shadows and stories and the blood on their hands
The timeworn juvenihlists
struck fear until the bones collapsed
The afterlife is eternal after hours
We saw the light and we all turned back
Haunted by the teen spirits dragging wallet chains
Painting a telephone number on the wall of the cave

Spill your guts to the stranger with the free cocaine
Everybody's petrified so nobody gets to change
Entombed in youth, embalmed with awe
We all discover the fire
The prehistoric postmodernists lost art of eye contact
These skeletons are a fucking riot

Dig them up and bring them back
We had trained the kind of demons
that would rip you apart
We only knew it was love once it broke our hearts
"Our best friends float at the bottom of a glass"
Don't hold anybody close that would hold you back
Draw breath. But are you alive? Are you really alive?