Chemical Switches - Andrew Bird

I keep hearing a vicious rumor

From the backrooms, to the aisles, to the avenues

That you lost your sense of humor

And the first place you look is the soles of your shoes

And I watch these ice fields melt into the sea

Warming you’re oceans to centuries

Will your saline waters bring you back to me?

All the weight is bringing me to my knees

Chemical switches thrown in the dark

All it takes is a spark to begin

And can you tell which is a one with a mark?

Bleeds through the clothes to the skin

Too long I keep searching the aisles and avenues

But it seems I’m doing it wrong

For I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of you

And it’s a short short walk from pebbles to bricks

From stones back to sticks

We’re lowering the boiling point

And as time goes back it’s harder to fix

It’s a volatile mix, like hydrogen and oxygen

Chemical switches thrown in the dark

All it takes is a spark to begin