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