Oh, Inverted World lyrics

I think I'll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, its colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat

Lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you're dead again
Underneath the powerlines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

Girl inform me all my senses warn me
Your clever eyes could easily disguise
Some backwards purpose
It's enough to make me nervous
Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye

But your lips when we speak
Are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire
So let me walk these coals till you believe
I can cut the mustard well enough
Cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize

one wound up punch of intuition
lays flat my whole take on us
you're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer
the tidal rabbit who came of age before her time

we could have been so good-natured
if i'd relented when you insisted
but we've been backed against
all nature's walls far too long

you felt abandoned by me
i recall the sunshine as you were melting
and though the comedy softens the fall

Shut out, pimpled and angry
I quietly tied all my guts into knots
Gave up on trying to make 'em
I figured it'd take 'em too long to look up and besides...

It was undeniably clear to me I don't know why
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
I knew what worthless dregs we've always been

Lucked out found my favorite records
Lying in wait at the Birmingham Mall

gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth
only, i don't know how they got out, dear
turn me back into the pet i was when we met
i was happier then with no mind-set

and if you'd 'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind
well, i'd 'a jumped from my trees
and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well

Howdy, lem my grandpa said with his eyes closed
Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
A life before doubt

I smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending
Under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor

Down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way
To the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows
Beside a stream

Under the rocks are snails and we can fill our pockets

doted on like seeds planted in a row
the untied shoelaces of your life
nurtured all year then pressed in a book
or displayed in bad taste at the table
problems arise and you fan the fire
while there's a wild pack of dogs loose in your house tonight
cut from bad cloth or soiled like bad socks
add it up and basically people never change

they just talk and make plans in the dark

the dust from a four-day affiar is now landing
all over the floor and your brown legs
the gold-plated legs of my rival
whose eyes had no reason to fall

you led no clelibate life no skirt while chemicals danced on your head
you stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight

because of your struggle to make them
their taste for your past time is fading

As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn
We settle down to cut ourselves apart
Cough and twitch from the news on your face
And some foreign candle burning in your eyes

Held to the past too aware of the pending
Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
Enter the fog another low road descending
Away from the cold lust, your house and summertime

Several days a month you made
The mile to my house,
And had me do a stroll with you.

Far below a furry moon
Our purposes crossed
The weird divide
Between our kinds

The silver leaves of ailing trees
Took flights as we passed so long ago
But a short time I know.

It pleases me this memory
Has swollen up with age.
Even time can do
Good things to you.

You may notice certain things before you die
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail

Cole and Macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
Roll them up in coffee cake and dine