Sphagnum Esplanade
The Shins
how lovely a find will tend to my mind along this mossy trail and how coyly it hides the truth about how it is we can ask how crowds jump to their deaths from the bridges I drive by tonight they miss out on it all the whole gist that as they fall you’re not expected to know why it’s such a short time and there are stanzas never meant to rhyme far better I find it is when we try to span the weird divide with no real rationale we step out of bounds and think and escape the lies and we’ve marched so long but we’ve much farther than we’ve gone to go and we’ll make a new ship christen it for the trip with a toddler at the helm this time and there are things we never will define