At the end of the world
White cranes wade in the morning fog
They’re the first thing I see from the plane
I can’t explain the feeling
But it softens up the dread
There were bodies in the fog
Voices moving through the dark
Cops gathered up the block
Just waiting for it
You were trapped inside the rave
Acid track chewing up your brain
You were mouthin’ out a phrase
From a k-hole
Fire, regardless
I am trapped inside the sound
Of sirens turning in the dawn
I am lost outside your gate
Just waiting for you
I don’t know where else to go
God I don’t wanna be alone
When day breaks open like a yoke
Over the east bay hills
whom the night don’t kill
Well the days just keep on coming
like they’re never gonna quit
Every time another takes those hills
There’s a violence, there’s a guilt
Searching your name in a list of names
Rising over the house
White crane, your guardian angel
Come
Closer
Come
A soul does not contain
your body’s feathered fringe
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