St. Cloud - Waxahatchee

When you get back on the M train

Watch the city mutate

Where do you go when your mind starts

To lose its perfected shape?

Virtuosic, idealistic, musing a fall from grace

I guess the dead just go on living

At the darkest edge of space

When you get back home to Saint Cloud

Watch the new world project

A rousing image, scorched earth swinging

Supernatural and complex

And I might show up in a white dress

Turn reluctance on its ear

If the dead just go on living

Well there’s nothing left to fear

If you burn slow, burning slow

On your own roof, yell what you know

Burning slow, burning slow

Burning slow, burning slow

And when when I go, when I go

Look back at me, embers aglow

When I go, when I go

When I go, when I go