Christina Blust — Spilled lyrics

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She, with red hair and white hazmat jumpsuit
We are spilled, we are spilled
Me, with black lung and transparent safety glasses
We will pass each other by
Hah
He, with Coltrane and Monk and a pile of blues on the table
Three-piece suits on the curb
The weeds grow in the shade of the dismembered porch steps
Where a foundation misplaced its house
We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing
We are spilled, we spill our breathing here
Hah
This road and I: both lovely and broken
We are spilled, we are spilled
Good lord the morning sure looks good today
Trees and sky settle on the ruins
On the corner of Galvez and Tricou
Sky is the ghost of the Mississippi
Sky is the ghost of a river
Hah