who lives in a pinecone tangled in steel?
who talks to a pinecone alone?
hey hey hey hey
love letters and cell phones
filled up with dead codes to old homes
connect you to no one
a message for no one
scroll through the old ones
colleagues and cousins
obsessions and lovers who write
"hey hey hey hey"
scroll through the future
will you find another?
will you find another?
will you find a lawyer?
a teacher? a brother?
a healer? or what?
hey hey hey hey
i've got a message for you
from the monopines
shell trunk and poor disguise
i've got a message to no one
from the monopines
steel trunk shoots for the sky
who talks to a pinecone alone?
hey hey hey hey
love letters and cell phones
filled up with dead codes to old homes
connect you to no one
a message for no one
scroll through the old ones
colleagues and cousins
obsessions and lovers who write
"hey hey hey hey"
scroll through the future
will you find another?
will you find another?
will you find a lawyer?
a teacher? a brother?
a healer? or what?
hey hey hey hey
i've got a message for you
from the monopines
shell trunk and poor disguise
i've got a message to no one
from the monopines
steel trunk shoots for the sky
don't wait to hear from me
brace your face for the fist of spring
i got a feeling that can never be
i got a feeling it can never be
that's my tendency
who lives on the nightstand
where you close your eyes?
after a soft good-bye
there's no dialtone to linger on
no mystery to unwind
i've got a message for you
from the monopines
shell trunk and poor disguise
i've got a message to no one
from the monopines
steel trunk shoots for the sky
don't wait to hear from me
brace your face for the fist of spring
i got a feeling that can never be
i got a feeling it can never be
the way you thought it would be
you thought it would be
you thought it would be
the words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm
the words rumble under the thunder
the words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm
the words rumble under the thunder
don't wait to hear from me
brace your face for the fist of spring
every blade of grass is a knife
breaking through earth on its way to the sky
in the atmosphere, words that missed their target ear
all colliding into flames
past the timberline, some urgent words of mine
are being mangled by their monopine
way past the highest cloud
words are slipping in and out
of a trick dimension
me and a box of wine
we're running out of time
to capture your attention
i want to hear you breathe
to know just what you need
come and connect me to you
i want to hear you breathe
come and connect me to you
come and connect me to you
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