Little Red Lung

A glass airplane, circles over every jaw looking up Fear of a name, cursive in the porous spots And if you are a rare bird, build me into what you need These wings, could skin the surface of a hundred knees We are, plummeting down aboard this raging

I buried your fangs in the heart of a deep well Your mouth was on fire and bone sore I know you dug for years below the ground Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh You shouldn't be wild inside if you're a beast in the headlights Shouldn't be wild, shouldn't b

If you were a diamond I would dig you up And use you to cut These belt straps from my feet They've been tightening for weeks I can move my little toe and if I concentrate In a day or two I could move more In a day or two I could be air-bound You play