the decemberists : cocoon

this cocoon, caught in vesuvius' shadow / only the ashes remain / and i waited there for you / why couldn't you? / here we lie waiting for something to startle / to shake us from gravity's pull / and so sleeping hours are through / what can we do? // the sorry conclusion, the low dirty war, it happened before you came to / but this is solution, and this is amends / the joke always tends to come true // and there on your windowsill over the unmoving platoon / written in paperback, the view to the quarterback's room / under waning moon // this quiet serves only to hide you / provide you / what i knew / what i knew / it'd come back to you // take this palm, follow the lines here are written / tracing the veins and the shapes / and feel your fingers falling slack and all folding back // the tainted election, the hole in the sky / command what is tried, what is true / without solution, with feet on the ground / it won't make a sound 'til you're through / so loosen your shoulderblades / this is your hour to make due / 'cause there on the timberline / deep cold november shines through / soft and absolute // this quiet serves only to hide you / provide you / what i knew / what i knew / it'd come back to you