Divers of the Dust - Marissa Nadler

Divers of the dust

You can help me if you must

Divers of the dust

Lying here on the rocks

With the cliffs disintegrating

Last I heard in the end

The waves were scraping city streets

You look out the window to see

Seven lines of stunted trees

How did we end up here

And how do we meet

I hear sirens

Fish are flowing through my veins

Divers of the dust

You could't understand

You were the bullet in my gun

I was your man

Divers of the dust

I was putty in your hand

You were the bullet fired

Into the ravaged land