Scattering Platinum (3:48)

Wet streets
Blur of taxicabs
Opening doors
I’m curbside
Watching blue worlds pass me by

You’re a silk-spun illusion
Make no mistake tonight
You’re the ghost within my appetite

Crash! Crash!
If I’m manic take my autograph and
Crash! Crash!
If you seize I’ll roll you off your back

Tiny dragons
Jump up off of the floor
In my pocket
But there isn’t room for anymore

You’re a silk-spun illusion
As your torrent downloads
I’ll be filling in the gaps with gold

Crash! Crash!
If I’m manic take my autograph and
Crash! Crash!
If you seize I’ll roll you off your back

And at twelve-stroke lock the doors
I’ll take you in the stacks
Bliss in crimson rolling forward til the table cracks
And when our flaws fold inside out
We’ll climb into the stormy night
Scattering platinum
Scattering platinum

Crash! Crash!
If I’m manic take my autograph and
Crash! Crash!
If you seize I’ll roll you off your back and

Crash! Crash!
If I’m manic take my autograph and
Crash! Crash!
If you seize I’ll roll you off your back…