Stand over there, one at a time
Weight on both feet, look me in the eye
Coal from the street, by wooden vines
Cirrus clouds, all fours on the line
Noon chill. Noon chill. Noon chill
Smoke drifts across, woodchips and lice
The camera's end, forgiving kind
Blade by blade, green survives
All that shit
Dog far away
Under we lie
Noon chill. Noon chill. Noon chill
Dawn of the time. Dawn of the time