Eleven - Forward Russia

Quit making faces at the one I love 
These errant tightropes that you're thinking of 
Can't be undone the instant that they're set 
Above this scorched and torrid hallowed ground or 

So they say (in the city) 
So they say (in the sea) 
Set your watch (round the corner) 
While they bleed 

I heard a rumour that you lost your job 
Was it just hearsay or of factual ground? 
This tightrope's set up, there's no going back 
To sepiata and the plastic surgeons with (?) 

Pineapple cones bleaching your bones 
Pineapple cones bleaching your bones 
Pineapple cones... 

They came on the crest of a wave 
The cusp of equinox today 
This pillar of sleep orbited 
By thousands of delicate thoughts 
These satellites fleeced at the door 
Comprised of the reason of years 
As life flashes fitfully down 
This spirit so fitfully drowns 
A signal is sent from the core 
To bring all the satellites home 
Home, home... 

A quart of the ... still remains (?) 
Tsunami that rip at the skin (?) 
Anonymous wrenches of blame 
A great tidal wave 
Over the house on the hill 
The snakes are all burdened with lead 
Plumbum dementia for them 

Just don't forget