Small talk happens in my home town   Bodies walk but don't move too much around   It's a safe dirt nap town where you can make a friend   As fast as you can put one, put one in the ground      I never thought much of heart, beating or other wise   There wasn't much in the sound, wrapping my ears in   And you may say God's got it in for us   But I'm not sure he's around or anywhere to be found around      A glazed stare is a common one in this town   Tongues are known to hang as low as the clouds   You were gold when you arrived, but the rain came down   And showed that you were tin, that you were tin      It isn't nothing at all   Brushed off in a subtle way   You turn shallow      My fingers dip way in your skin   Exposing the scales you've been hiding   Covering this whole time      The sea may wash you away   The ground ate you whole   The trees may come alive   May come alive and constrict      The mountains may split   And cave into the turf   Forever infinite   Opened wide