Divers of the Dust - Marissa Nadler
Divers of the dust
You can help me if you must
Divers of the dust
Lying here on the rocks
With the cliffs disintegrating
Last I heard in the end
The waves were scraping city streets
You look out the window to see
Seven lines of stunted trees
How did we end up here
And how do we meet
I hear sirens
Fish are flowing through my veins
Divers of the dust
You could't understand
You were the bullet in my gun
I was your man
Divers of the dust
I was putty in your hand
You were the bullet fired
Into the ravaged land
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