for every gift lifted far before its will
i've met the myth hanging heavy over you
perfect angels in the snow
the type of great coronation you deserve
i'm going out for a weekend
i'm gonna borrow a martin or gibson
with either/or and the hex for my bookends
carrying every text that you've given
i'm gonna swim for a week in
warm american water with dear friends
swimming high on a lea in an eden
running all of the leads you've been leaving
and all you've loaned won't be kept inside a grave
i'm gonna swim for a week in
warm american water with dear friends
just intending that i would delight them
swimming high on a lea in an eden
i'm gonna swim for a week in
warm american water with dear friends
swimming high on a lea in an eden
running all of the leads you've been leaving
and in your rarified air i feel sunblind
i'm looking up at you there high in my mind
only way that i made it for a long time