I want time alone with you . to spit and snarl, bite and chew.
Make me want to tear flesh from bone . when I hear your voice on the telephone.
Sneaking ‘round back like a heart attack pitch black swatting at flies with a baseball bat.
And I don’t want to die alone . so when it’s my time I’ll have you in tow.

So don’t go breaking my heart . over calls and echoes

C A L L S / E C H O E S

And we’re watching from an island . subspace highway
Floating young amongst the flowers . night into day

Isolate the mountain with a cellophane trap

In the mountain machine . a prismatic pool
On our way to the shallows . we stopped for a duel

Isolate the mountain with a cellophane trap

The Floating Young