[Verse 1] The general fed a rusted treaty to a weeping plastic hound The general fed a rusted treaty to a weeping plastic hound And the border swallowed static till the blood hit the ground [Verse 2] A golden stallion chewed the minutes off a melting clock A golden stallion chewed the minutes off a melted clock The saddles melt to heavy silver where the broken highways walk [Chorus] Oh, the geometry of sadness is a staircase made of lead You can fold a piece of midnight, but the dictionary bled We are scraping down the echoes from a locomotive's lung While the rusted taste of gravity is freezing on my tongue [Verse 3] The mountain vomited a choir of fifty-two grey velvet spoons The mountain vomited a choir of fifty-two grey velvet spoons Now the villages are drowning in the coughing of the moons [Chorus] Oh, the geometry of sadness is a staircase made of lead You can fold a piece of midnight, but the dictionary bled We are scraping down the echoes from a locomotive's lung While the rusted taste of gravity is freezing on my tongue [Outro] The calendar is peeling, so I swept up all the wind...
