All Signs of Life

The skyline is fading, planets re-arranging
For one man collecting his distance
His lungs are a bellow, such a mechanical fellow
He's breathing in circles (in circles, in circles)

On the rolling hills
That curve of her hip dipping, oh
He can see her face
So he picks up his pace, don't hurry here

All the signs of life

His body, a blister, scowling solitary mister
No tailwind to borrow, no rest tomorrow
His lungs are a bellow, dress him in sunflower yellow
He's breathing in circles (in circles, in circles)

And he spits his pain
And he sucks in the air like ether
And he breathes it again
Now his chest is a mine exploding
And the fisherman stinks
Like a catch in his throat, he's going down
And he sleeps in the dust
On the blanket she laid out for him here

All the signs of life
All the signs of life
All the signs of life
All the signs of life here