[Intro - Slow, weeping acoustic blues guitar and vinyl crackle] [Verse 1] (A) The admiral folded the ocean inside a rusted, bleeding shoe (A) The admiral folded the ocean inside a rusted, bleeding shoe (B) And the phantom ships are chewing on a clock that caught the flu [Verse 2] (A) Thirty-eight calcified gavels are weeping in a choir of tin (A) Thirty-eight calcified gavels are weeping in a choir of tin (B) While the parliament of shadows tries to drink the jury's skin [Chorus - Heavy, soulful wailing] Oh, the mathematics of the marrow is a staircase going numb You can staple all the weather to a sleeping beggar's thumb We are scraping down the frequencies of a hollow, brass balloon While the gravity of Thursday takes a bite out of the room [Guitar Solo - Rusted, bending strings, slow and painful] [Verse 3] (A) The luxury ballroom is sweating a fever of velvet and bone (A) The luxury ballroom is sweating a fever of velvet and bone (B) And the captain is feeding the radar a piece of a weeping stone [Outro - Fading out, slow tempo] The horizon forgot how to whisper, so I ironed the teeth of the sea...
