Lyrics

If I had a nickle, I'd buy you an airplane
It could fly us to France or maybe just to Spain
Sipping our glasses atop all their monuMent(ality)
whispers in freightened blue ignorence

If it's the last raft then you'll be the first to go
Sinking in sounds the bell below the mistletow
Under the waves and damp sand and a shiny sink(ing)
feeling after our lungs fill we're still breathing