The New Pornographers:These Are The Fables

In coral and gray, in submarine chambers,
One day, it swam for the light.
The jewels that lit, the cities that float there,
Cities in circles drawn perfect, complete.
Holding the secrets on my street.

So come in and play the song of the siren
It's commonplace, you hear the voice rise
In one wave and crash on your doorstep,
Making the circle here perfect, complete.
These are the fables on my street.

Ten thousand dancing girls kicking cans 'cross the sky. No reason why.
Why ask to pay yourself for the call of the wild?
You found this child, so raise him.

And wind your back, come back to the river.
The currents speed by and hope the men fear.
The hammer comes down so hard on the evening,
Cracking the dawn of your days are repeat.
These are fables on my street.

Heaven shook Hell, and down from its pockets,
The ring in your bell, it fell through your hands.
Hang at your feet, the doors that won't open,
Marking the journey of our friends complete.
These are the fables of my street.

My street, my street, lay down in glory, you're not alone.
My street, my street, lay down in glory, you're not alone.