The Rifle's Spiral

The Rifle's Spiral - The Shins

Dead lungs command it

You pour your life down the rifle's spiral

And show us you've earned it

Cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes

So long to this wretched form

Down gray eyes on the subway

Long before you were born

You were always to be a dagger floating

Straight to their heart

Listen' now' we won't tell anyone

But you're gonna tell the world

This whole life ain't been any fun

Now your viscera unfurls

As you rise' rise from your burning fiat'

Go' go get my suitcase' would you

You've thoroughly blown their mind

And now I must have passage home

Your life's two veins from your heart

You're not invisible' now

You just don't exist

Your mother must be so proud

You sublimate yourself' granting us a wish

Primitive mural on the wall'

To fortify your grim resolve

And made the glitz of a shopping mall

Another grain of indigent salt to the sea

Goodnight to these wretched forms

All them gray eyes on the subway

So long before you were born

You were always to be a dagger floating

Straight to their heart