The morning's ribcage

There's a crack in infinity
The myths are all waking tonight
While the scarecrows sell cigarettes
To the crows that peck out their eyes
And if it's a dream you want
I'm getting tired, have mine

But it's time for me to go
Before the morning's ribcage shows

The streetlights will shatter as
The houses all march in a line
The buildings scrape holes in the
Cloud cover, making it cry
Let's take off our skin as we
Watch all the planets collide

But it's time for me to go
Before they bury me in snow

Let's wend down the interstate
And dance with the vultures at night
We'll cut all the heartstrings
With hooks and scissors and knives
We catalog the seasons
While marking down the day the sun dies

But it's time for me to go
Before they cover all the holes