Earthquake - Young Jesus

The day ends

And up and down

Back and forth

David’s fallin'

Off the wires

Walking with a knife’s edge

Rusting in his right hand

Waiting for the night and

Waiting for an eye

In the storm

The fault line’s greatest

Closer to the bone

I am drunk and sentimental

With killers quaking below my feet

I am asleep for half the year

And half asleep while I am here

And wishing just to wake and stay and David

Yes he knows the same

He’s waiting for a life

Awake

I am drunk and sentimental

With killers quaking below my feet

Chicago turns to Sacramento

Our houses fall to entropy