Kneeling down to yellow flowers   Plastic tubes and sun   The wine was bitter,   we drank and grieved I cut your spitting tongue   Day gone dark,   a shining sea,   Let's torch this sky and bleeding city   Sand was cool, the ice sank ships and the breeze kissed lips like flies      But you're falling, away.      But she don't see the angels coming down   Spinning all their way down under sand   She don't see the lips all spitting sky   She don't love.      The kiss was sweet, Sharp and cold,   Spitting like a child.   The rock was smooth, Kept us cool, And the beach blew like disease.   Day gone dark, a shining sea, Let's torch this sky and healing city.   Sand was cool, the ice sank ships and the breeze kissed lips like flies.      But your falling And she's falling