Brace Your Face-Aloha

Who lives in a pinecone tangled in steel? Who talks to a pinecone alone? Love letters and cell phones Filled up with dead codes to old homes Connect you to no one A message for no one Scroll through the old ones Colleagues and cousins Obsessions and lovers who write Scroll through the future Will you find another? Will you find another? Will you find a lawyer? A teacher? A brother? A healer? Or what? I've got a message for you From the monopines Shell trunk and poor disguise I've got a message to no one From the monopines Steel trunk shoots for the sky Don't wait to hear from me Brace your face for the fist of spring I got a feeling that can never be I got a feeling it can never be Well that's my tendency Who lives on the nightstand Where you close your eyes After a soft goodbye There's no dial tone to linger on No mystery to unwind The way you thought it would be Thought it would be The words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm The words rumble under the thunder The words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm The words rumble under the thunder Don't wait to hear from me Brace your face for the fist of spring Every blade of grass is a knife Breaking through earth on its way to the sky In the atmosphere, words that missed their target ear Are colliding into flames And past the timberline, some urgent words of mine Are being mangled by their monopine Way past the highest cloud Words are slipping in and out of a trick dimension Me and a box of wine We're running out of time To capture your attention I want to hear you breathe To know just what you need Come and connect me to you I want to hear you breathe Come and connect me to you Come and connect me to you