Violet smoke

[Intro]:
Violet smoke.
Violet smoke.

[Section 1 - Movement A]:
Mercury lamps spill violet juice on wet stone.
Pavement ripples like a black silk river.
The sky is a bruised sheet of lead.
Clock hands melt into pools of wax.
The paper boy is throwing silver fish.
Everything is soft and folding inward.
The grocer is a giant made of cardboard.
Cardboard man.

[Section 2 - Movement B]:
A doorway holds us in its wooden mouth.
Your coat smells of damp wool and lavender.
Hold me still.
A brief anchor in the violet nebula.
Our breath creates a small warm world.
The fog tastes of copper and old pennies.
The sky is a lid closing on the world.
Safe for a second.

[Bridge - Chaos]:
The archway is a tooth.
The street is a tongue.
Swallow the town whole.
Dissolve the hard edges of being.
Melting.
Gone.

[Drop]: [Instrumental]

[Outro - Reprise]:
The nebula chokes the silver station.
The trains are giant silver beetles.
We step back into the dissolving street,
Wrapped in the violet gas of the evening.
The pavement is a liquid path home.
Fading out.
Gone.