Frost in the morning Dog barking Emptied the trash Lit my cig Licking my lips Still tastes like oatmeal Licking my lips Still tastes like oatmeal Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes The histories and the stories that are never spoken My empty soul is screaming out I'm staring out in the world of pandemonium Back in the days Hands on deck Struck in my head I don't know why Licking my lip Still tastes like your lip Licking my lip Still tastes like your lip Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes The histories and the stories that are never spoken My empty soul is screaming out Just staring out in the world of pandemonium As I come down from the up above I know the ones are gone from here Uncrowned life A westbound sign I saw deerhounds running wild again Again Again Again