The Cure for Pneumothorax by Kiran Leonard Lyrics

He was a vendor by day
And held a stall in the city
He lived in Babylon on a ridge
In an unnumbered house
One night he showed up at a bar
He was alone and disheveled
He enjoyed it, he drank, danced, sang
And later...

I used to witness life
From faulty tongues, a certain voice
It is not notes from the paper
I want meet the vendor's fate
Teresa

I was asleep once
Laid out flat
In the era without past
Of grandparents
A void I strain to hear
From a distance...

As I watch my sister die
An angel appeared at my side

Got up, had tried to sleep in vain
Took a ride on a steam train
Didn't I see you there?

The heavens mixed with the ground below
A collapsed lung danced the tango
Was it you doing that?

I have no answers, and they're all for you

The night's so quiet, it makes my chest go weak
The present stops for the past to speak
And I see you there