Red Rabbits

Hurled to the center of the Earth again

The place where it's hot, love

You know it hurts to breathe in

And the watershed you balance on is begging it

Well did he ever know

Will he ever know?

The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice

So you catalog any angle you notice

In a vacuum you are charged to record this

So you won't make it easy on me

I can't go into this no more

It puts too many thorns on my mind

And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor

We've pissed on far too many sprites

And they're all standing up for their rights

Born on a desert floor you've the deepest thirst

And you came to my sweet shore to indulge it

With the wan and dreaming eyes of an orphan

But there was not enough

There is not enough

Out of a gunnysack fall red rabbits

Into the crucible to be rendered an emulsion

And we can't allow a chance they'd restore themselves

So we can't make it easy on you

Undaunted, you bathed in hollow cries

The boys with swollen sunburnt eyes

A reward for letting nothing under their skin

So help me, I don't know I might

Just give the old dark side a try

Don't cast your whirling eyes on the shore

'Til we even the score

I still owe you for the hole in the floor

And the ghost in the hall

Who decides who paddles over the falls

Yeah, who makes the call

Who makes the call?

Look, I know there's an eventual

Release from every scale of crime

But the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor

We've pissed on far too many good intentions

Held by clever sprites

And they're all standing up for their rights