Stubborn Lake - Wreck and Reference

The grind, the special grind, you know the one defines you

Three dimensions still some things to figure out

If you’re saving memories, that’s wrong, but don’t worry

The sun will burn them out

Crossing off the list all the useless things we’ve done

Dreaming about starting over

Don’t recall the places that unwind you

Hold the rock over your head and say goodbye

Push the rock into the hill and say goodbye

Hear the walls out, hear your tendons now

No one belongs here

The face turns to uncertainty again

Try telling skin to start over

All I can do is chew on the inside of my mouth

Too much current through salt water

And the road, same and distant on the few days you can see it We’re the blind

rats with the bricks, gallons of cement and building Low houses in the desert,

watch the sand

A tiny heart inside this body

Quiet murmurs just to stay alive