Promises made of smoke, begging angels in an exploding sky above my valley, flooded cemeteries and asleep on the rotten docks again. Knife anyone who looks at me, another body for the fish to eat. Faster than a lightning strike, keys shake in the keyhole, a bright and shiny morning awaits and a quiet chapel where people have lavish weddings, stealing their cars before they know they're gone, I'll be on the far side of the mountain quicker than a train can whistle, try to catch me if you can, I'll clip your wings, the sunlight ending kills another day, follow me and I'll drown you.