Decision Day Songtext
von Field Report

Now the morning was gilded around the edges
With the shavings from bone
They were pressed and then glued against the corner
Carved just like soapstone

And it was gloriously gray
The sun was a radiant underlay
Fighting, fading, winning, waning
And purring behind milk and cloud and snow

Now the blinds are up a foot from the bottom
And I can make out outlines of ankles, legs, and asses
And a fresh scent sends blood to my ears
And the memories flood the levee of my boredom


And the final sinewy strand has been cut clean through
There is a pop, a crack, and a thud
And you are free and I am free now
To extricate ourselves from the mud

You practiced your name in the margins of pages
Of a hundred thousand rough drafts
I heard they roughed you up pretty bad

You gotta climb up the mountaintop
And scream out loud
And chip your teeth on a bottle top
And do me proud

And when I held your hand in my blood-free hands
I swear they were the cleanest ones in town

Take your time and let the tide
Pull you out to sea
Take your time and let the tide
Pull you out to sea