The skyline is fading
Planets rearranging
For one man collecting his distance
His lungs are a bellow
Such a mechanical fellow
He's breathing in circles
(In circles, in circles)

On the rolling hills
Like the curve of a hip dipping, oh
He can see her face
So he picks up his pace
Don't hurry here

All the signs of life

His body a blister
Scowling, solitary mister
No tailwind to borrow
No rest tomorrow
His lungs are a bellow
Dress him in sunflower yellow
He's breathing in circles
(In circles, in circles)

And he spits his pain
And he sucks in the air like ether
And he breathes it again
Now his chest is a mine exploding
And the bitumen sticks
Like the catch in his throat, he's going down
And he sleeps in the dust
On a blanket she laid out for him here

All the signs of life
All the signs of life
All the signs of life
All the signs of life here