Chain Gang Island
Robert Pollard
What you're buying brought to you
Is bought with numbers
On a line and straight to you
In wild-eyed wonder
I wonder
Insomuch as we confess
To our offenses
To the cleaning out
Of another person's haunted house
Chain gang island
Noncommissioned
Apparition to you
Rats are livid
And the walls are bitten through
With the waters
And the mountains all around you
It's hard to leave for me
But I'll make it to you
On leaving to memory
Unfounded, not true
Waves fallen where other waves rise
Hands reaching to you
Knowing the crimes and whisper
"Come to me"
"Come to me"
"Come to me"
