the sky is like the radio
so staticky and full of talk
but in the twilight time
with a swirl, a flash, it stops

the clarity is blinding
before the clouds form
this sharpness is an ending
to what we knew we'd known

the water came and filled up the drain
in the city square
and we all became sea-life
breathing the flood like air

and we swallowed the bubbles of our fellows
to live and love here
and our houses are built out of things we can't sell
to protect us from our surface fear

the sky is like the radio
tune into the deep
and in the twilight time
how differently we sleep

we'd never felt like floating
for all the weight we'd lost
this feeling is a beginning
to what we know

and all our graves
will be watery
and our ashes will be scattered in the sea
we'll have no need to cry for the fallen

and we swallowed the bubbles of our fellows
to live and love here
and our houses are built out of things we can't sell
to protect us from our surface fear

the sky is like the radio
so staticky and full of talk
but in the twilight time
with a swirl, a flash