We Break Up And Watch The Angels Swim Paroles

fisher men pull their nets:

our mouths are soft stones
sinking down to rest beneath
the sun.

build spring,
iam alright

soaked in two vines
we used to be the ones who knew
last summer we lie flat and still
flipped through magazines
on the beach

we watch the angels strip their clothes
drop them one by one
from the pier
our hearts are full of ghosts

some kids with sticks poke at a fish
that swam

it's so for sure.