Canary In A Coalmine Songtext

Last night I fell asleep to air.

In the morning I'll wake up

to my lungs filled with clutter.



Will I ever breathe again?

Run, run take cover.

The walls in this house

are caving in like sleep paralysis.

Black out! Black out! Black out!


Last night I fell asleep to air.

In the morning I'll wake up

to my lungs filled with clutter.



Now I swim out to the ocean crest,

I stretch my hand out to deliver a letter.

A paranoid poet's distress.



Past a few weird trees and mist,

a voice beckons to me

from between the bed and the covers.

Canaries telling fables of men.

like so many poets who fell in love with the bottle.



If the bird went first then I'm gone too.

And all of my friends are pouring liquor on my grave.

Tipping their hats and their bottles, and walking off.

But in a few short hours they'll be here too.



Last night I fell asleep to air.

In the morning I'll wake up

to my lungs filled with clutter.