Spilled Songtext
von Christina Blust

She, with red hair
And a white hazmat jumpsuit
We are spilled, we are spilled
Me, with black lung
And transparent safety glasses
We will pass each other by

He, with Coltrane and Monk
And a pile of blues on the table
Three-piece suits on the curb
The weeds grow in the shade
Of the dismembered porch steps
Where a foundation misplaced its house

We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing here


This road and I
Both lovely and broken
We are spilled, we are spilled
Good lord the morning
Sure looks good today
Trees and sky settle on the ruins

We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing here

On the corner of Galvez and Tricou
Sky is the ghost of the Mississippi
Sky is the ghost of a river

We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing here
We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing here