Slow Pulse Boy

Somewhere the blast furnace explodes

Plumes of amber in the night sky

Each explosion bounces

>From horizon to horizon

>From horizon... to horizon

And for a while, the slow pulse boy

Stood by the window

And let the fire sink into his skin

Again all was still

But for the empty tin

Rolling up and down a gutter

On the breeze

Then we were standing very close

I could live in the space

Between his heartbeats

Outside the blast furnace errupts again

And dark red rivers

Filled our veins with frenzy

We could tear up the floors

And find all the things we'd ever lost

And the fire burns in our jack boots

So we chase the explosions

>From horizon to horizon

Wrap ourselves around the distance

For as long as we can hold

Somewhere a girl is singing

There is calm in the air

But there is greater calm than I can bear

Tomorrow the sun shines