Between Pacific Coasts

Down the lane, I breathe out loud in half frozen air

The black amnesias in heaven are lighting a half moon on the stairs

And I bite my lip when I breathe out loud

Wrapped in Japanese paper all the way around

And California can't see the sun rise

Smoke doesn't climb like it lingers

And California can't see the sun rise

Smoke doesn't climb like it lingers

And California...

Runs long on a broken, broken lung

Runs long

I breathe out loud in half frozen air

And I bite my lip when I breathe out loud

I bite my lip when I breathe out loud, loud, loud, loud, loud