[Verse 1]
The drawings went in with the sign for the corner
A porch for the one who cannot stand long
We pored every beam in the Scarborough order
A bench by the rail where the evening come
They set the transit square at the intersection
And traced the fair lane through the blue of the plot
The Director’s staff seems, the red sight like blood,
And traced the fair lane through the blue of the plot
The Director’s staff seems, the red sight like blood,
The step of the checking the roof of the lot is not.

[Chorus]
Oh, the sight-line is the only line that love can’t cover
It runs from the signal to the driver’s ring
The porch of a daughter, of a mother, of a summer
Is a cage in the reading the paper bring
A sight-line is a board of candy over
It walks through the world with the name of the board
Where everything ends as a watched plot
Corner is a slope of the girder
And the child with a chair is the third and un.

[Verse 2]
The county was risky, the line was low
We moved you a board, but the angle stood
I saw my mother fold the refusal
Not open the river, not follow the road
She said they will never take the bent to the platform
They took the structure and the traveler hour
Now the chair of her heart sits inside the red
Edging the landmark therm has power

[Chorus]
Oh, the sight-line is the only line that love can’t cover
It runs from the signal to the driver’s eye
The porch of a daughter, and a mother a comma
The board in the dawn is not a skin
The sight-line so the branch love can’t cover
Scarborough’s chair at the top of the stair
The letter is pinned with the good-hearted
It remains as the law that will wait there.

[Bridge]
Let a minor variance fall like the frost
On the straight and the red on the ground
One stair could be freed without a destruction
A few slope line that the board could be found
A parent, a breeze, the triple origin
And a mother’s name in the concrete of the structure
And the bench out the line that the board could be found
A parent, a breeze, the triple origin
And a mother’s name in the concrete of the door
Can the triangle see without the clean swirl
And the bench out the draft of the drawing more

[Chorus]
Oh, the sight-line is the only line that love can’t cover
The front is the corner and the light is long
A porch lays open with the permission over
The heart of the house keeps the clear view strong
A sight-line is a letter the City draws
And the paper says its says “Refusal — standing”
We wrote red prow and the old good cause
By the hand of the standing.

[Outro]
The survey pegs stay, the director leaves
The line through the stair is the shadow’s wall
The mother’s chair still holds, though it decays
The space it cannot fall
Happens in the sound
Happens in the sound