Receiver of Wreck (FINAL) Songtext
von The Narcissist Cookbook

We walked up into the field
We crawled up out of the ocean
Vast machines with crowded up gears
Volcanic granite buzzing with motion

We walked up into the field
We carried you low in our bellies
Sometimes, a day seems to tick on for years
Sometimes, the sun sets a little bit early

We walked up into the field
We gathered around, and around, and around
Some places are graves that just haven′t been dug yet
Some places are churches that haven't been found


And we walked up into the field
We carried you high on our shoulders
Some plots are reserved from the begining of time
Some feel a little bit older

We crawled up out of the ocean
An army of lichen and moss
To watch the stone being rolled into place
Two Centurions guarding the cross
And of course, we are all galaxies with spiraling arms
But some people are a little bit bigger

I′ve tried so hard not to finish this song
But here we are
Eight bars to go
And then it's done

I don't know, man
I don′t know