Waiter - Portugal. The Man

Under blankets these hills cover neatly

We’ll take steps to make sure our failures are hidden

But it’s hard when our voices echo over ripples?

That form on the lakes and the edges they prey on we’ll shine shine shine

Swim around the lake

Hoping like hell we’ll find shelter in Coal mines incubating lies fathers and families,

Hammers and ties brace for the winter

Until that rumble leapt up to his jaws

We’ll shine shine shine

Spines of furrowed earth jut jagged as they rise

Like welts up on our backs on our bellies

Its cold as the lord in the bedroom

Lord at your feet

The lords shaking the headboard

With nothing to eat

Shine shine shine

Cold restless stumbles wanders towards the light

That breaks out from the town little homes bearing sheriffs

Playing across drifts to the back of the brain

Where they flicker like fire speaking of times that they shined

Shine shine shine