well you were using me for cover moments after we hit the ground those aren t stars those are airplanes overhead for the air raid and i hope we both live on i hope my engine gets me home i hope next time you see me you d still like to kiss me free like your shoulders in your clothes free like the bible you just stole free like the hand that you grab hold then let go let go so what truths do they home in at you don t you wish you were a past you uniformed awful totally stable standing in line for bread and wine you know with which words to greet it standing in line for bread and wine they told you just how to receive it don t you see it well free like your shoulders in your clothes free like the bible you just stole free like the hand that you grab hold then let go and if free was your last month s rent paid down and if free was my high school conscience how our heads would split open exposing our thoughts and how just like twin fighter airplanes they d fly out fly out fly out fly out