The Mountain Goats — Rescue Breathing

Soothing sound of traffic from the freeway Bright white Pomona moon That triple zero that we got in Costa Mesa Turning golden as a sunrise on the spoon It was the warmest feeling in the world When the ghost rose in my throat It matched the sweetest sound you'd ever heard Note for note You came down to meet me on the floor Splashing that cold water on my head Holding my eyelids open With your thumbs Bringing me back from the dead It was the warmest feeling in the world A crystal clear signal reaching from the station There was no tenderness No goodnight kiss Just mouth-to-mouth resuscitation I had a blanket wrapped around my shoulders You had a dream of all the oceans in your eyes No thing on earth could quite nail our coffin shut Every time we went under We would rise It was the warmest feeling in the world And you were the warmest thing to walk its surface Easing me painlessly All the way down to the furnace All the way into the furnace