Red Rabbits

Hurled to the center of the Earth again The place where it's hot, love You know it hurts to breathe in And the watershed you balance on is begging it Well did he ever know Will he ever know? The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice So you catalog any angle you notice In a vacuum you are charged to record this So you won't make it easy on me I can't go into this no more It puts too many thorns on my mind And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor We've pissed on far too many sprites And they're all standing up for their rights Born on a desert floor you've the deepest thirst And you came to my sweet shore to indulge it With the wan and dreaming eyes of an orphan But there was not enough There is not enough Out of a gunnysack fall red rabbits Into the crucible to be rendered an emulsion And we can't allow a chance they'd restore themselves So we can't make it easy on you Undaunted, you bathed in hollow cries The boys with swollen sunburnt eyes A reward for letting nothing under their skin So help me, I don't know I might Just give the old dark side a try Don't cast your whirling eyes on the shore 'Til we even the score I still owe you for the hole in the floor And the ghost in the hall Who decides who paddles over the falls Yeah, who makes the call Who makes the call? Look, I know there's an eventual Release from every scale of crime But the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor We've pissed on far too many good intentions Held by clever sprites And they're all standing up for their rights --- Red Rabbits - The Shins