The Sea Of Cortez

And the black amnesias in heaven

Are lighting

The Sea of Cortez

And the black amnesias in heaven

Are lighting

The Sea of Cortez

And the black amnesias in heaven

Are lighting

Are lighting

Are lighting

Are lighting the Sea

Are lighting

When the motor stops, I can't sleep

There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor

There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor

All the wishing sounds and kissing sounds

Are all missing sound

The dew soaks the deck like the breeze hits your neck

And it's morning when your hair finds your eyes

The dew soaks the deck like the breeze hits your neck

And it's morning when your hair finds your eyes

Mourning eyes

Is there anyone else alive outside?

Is there anyone else alive outside?

So vulgar to send these brakes to the bend

On the empty blue side of the moon

So vulgar to send these brakes to the bend

On the empty blue side of the moon

Where you broke your body, you kept on wandering

And I'm still listening but you're still drowning

You broke your body before I could get to you

Before I could get to you

Mourning your eyes

California won't see the sun rise

We're both firesigns dragging our line's line

Only magic to have a crack in the wire

The dew soaks the deck like the breeze hits your neck

And it's morning when your hair finds your eyes

The dew soaks the deck like the breeze hits your neck

And it's morning when your hair finds your eyes

Mourning eyes

And California won't see the sun rise

And the black amnesias in heaven are lighting the Sea of Cortez

Are lighting

And California won't see another Sunday

As the poets say, "The ice will bar the way"

Won't see another Sunday

And California won't see another Sunday

As the poets say, "The ice will bar the way"

As the poets say, "The ice will bar the way"

And California won't see another Sunday

As the poets say, "The ice will bar the way"