Between Pacific Coasts

Down the lane, breathe out loud in half frozen air
The black amnesias in heaven are lighting a half moon on the stairs
And I bite my lip when I breathe out loud
Wrapped in Japanese paper all the way around
And California can’t see the sun rise
Smoke doesn’t climb like it lingers
And California can’t see the sun rise
Smoke doesn’t climb like it lingers
And California…
Runs long on a broken, broken lung
Runs long
I breathe out loud in half frozen air
And I bite my lip when I breathe out loud
I bite my lip when I breathe out loud, loud, loud, loud, loud