[Intro - Slow, weeping acoustic blues guitar and vinyl crackle] [Verse 1] (A) The ink is peeling off the jailhouse like a sunburn on a ghost (A) The ink is peeling off the jailhouse like a sunburn on a ghost (B) And the gavel turned to vapor when the paper burned the coast [Verse 2] (A) They bought a million tickets just to watch the glacier sweat (A) They bought a million tickets just to watch the glacier sweat (B) Now the frostbite wears a tuxedo and the compass lost the bet [Chorus - Heavy, soulful wailing] Lord, my shadow went to market but the coins were made of sound! Got a pocket full of echoes that I pulled up from the ground Ain't no roadmap for the silence when the radio goes blind Leave the dictionary weeping in the hotel left behind [Guitar Solo - Rusted, bending strings, slow and painful] [Verse 3] (A) The lightning locked its luggage in a server overseas (A) The lightning locked its luggage in a server overseas (B) But you cannot trap the thunder when the cables start to sneeze [Outro - Fading out, slow tempo] Just unplug the river, babe, the fish are tired of humming...
