Priest's Knees

I was just another west-coast maximalist exploring the blues Ignoring the news from the front where they're taking her children away Taking them where they wanna go: Tall ships made of snow invading the sun Some people call me 'Angel' on their deathbed, in a dream That's right, the Czar's father thought things could've gone differently Last night, but they didn't... And I couldn't bear to follow you there, where trauma exists in the sky 20th Century Masters welcome these disasters, and so do I But, no! Oh baby, please don't go up into it!