If the night church is spilling people all over the sidewalk,
Then our open bottle will spill dangerous, fantastical talk.
Did I mention the devil living in my landlord?
Did I tell you my grandpa used to see sea monsters?
And I tell you I see monsters in this very city.
And the grotesque becomes the only mystery.
And if you look close enough you can see right through me.
You follow your heart and I'll trail after your hair.
Sailin' behind me in the still night air
Did I mention the coming Mayan change?
Nothing ( will should) ever be the same
And I tell you I see angels in this very city.
And the grotesque becomes the only history.
And if you look close enough you can see right through me.