Little Miami

It doesn't matter what you call it
At all.
The darkest day of our summer trip.
Uh huh.

But you don't have to turn the lights on
The ghost is stationed in the hall
It doesn't matter which direction
You fall.

The sky breaks in two
And it's the end of you

Did you really think that you could escape it
Today?
From the tallest bridge in the state of Ohio
Uh huh.
And as the ruins fall around you
You think of something quick to say.
It doesn't matter when you put it
That way.

The sky breaks in two
And it's the end of you.

The sky breaks in two
And it's the end of you.

And everywhere the rocks are falling
And you are just another piece
Of all the birds that make a circle
Are you not more than one of these?