Vancouver Divorce

What the hell is this? You said, "It's art, just fucking mirror it" Where did we go wrong? If not here where do we belong? In a shot of sun off an airplane far above her? In the glint of the foot-burnished manhole cover? In a light, a sign of one kind or another? In the gleaming eye of a fighter or a lover? Sitting here at the Horton's So you know this is important If not here then where? If not now then when? When a feather's an immovable force? When the stampede's an obstacle course? When Ancient Train has hit Old Transient Horse? When we're a Vancouver divorce? Now that we've hammered the last spike And we've punched the railroad through Thought there'd be more to say Thought there'd be more to do I love your paintings, don't take your colours away I've grown more fearful of them every day Swimming up their dark rivers to discover its source A source of strange and unrequited remorse And I found the end of the world of course And it's not the end of the world of course It's just a Vancouver divorce It's just a Vancouver divorce