Lyrics Crooked Mile - Planes Mistaken For Stars

Crooked Mile

From that bitter broken bitch
She pulled us back
To nurse on her silted tit
And pull us down to
Her rusted womb
To be unsung cogs fell to
Unmourned/unmarked tombs
We beat west (it beat us back)
We beat west for bluer skies and sweeter lies
We fell past the pale
And back through
The pulp and the pink
We made our beds and now
Like rust, we shall never sleep
So let us drink to the dreams
And the dreamers long dead and gone
Dead and gone
Between us, line up a shot
For every fight we’ve fought and lost
And let us pray, slowly tip
To the measuring line
To be fit for a box of pine