The Trickster

Rust in the mountains
Rust in the brain
The air is sacred here
In spite of your claim
Up on the the rooftops
Out of reach
Trickster is meaningless
Trickster is weak
He’s talking out the world
Talking out the world
Hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
Hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
I wanted you so bad
That I couldn’t say
These things fall apart
We wanted out so bad
That we couldn’t say
All things fall apart
We’re talking out the world
Talking out the world
Hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
Hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
Truant kids
A can of brick dust worms
Who do not want to climb down from
Their chestnut tree
Long white gloves
Police check carefully
Escaped from the zoo
The perfect child facsimile is
Talking out the world
Talking out the world
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey