One thousand stillborn thoughts
To cradle and hold
With my mothers hands
A place that my mind
Chased and hoped
Of these empty winds
To breathe
No I wont rest
When the house is to shame
Call out to these waters
Yes you gray lakes
Do I bury them
With their names?
You cut me open
Just to see what's within
Clean up these organs
Wrap your words with my skin
I guess Im just looking for a transplant lover
Within???
Some one who would dance
Around my doors
And sing a casket
What do you say
Now what do you say
It is a strange year
And it appears that I am stuck
But I predict
A graceful expulsion
I predict
A graceful expulsion
I predict
A graceful expulsion
I predict
A graceful expulsion
Stranded in the north sea
Yeah a wild dream
Frantic city keep my warm
This fog
Its been a heavy year
Bathers but dying at(?)
Saint Georgian Bay
Am I to condemn
The hands of darkness
Now tell it to the quiet
Fire of my blood
Tell it to the eager
Fever of my heart
Who will arrange the funeral?
I predict
A graceful expulsion
I predict
A graceful expulsion
I predict
A graceful expulsion
I predict
A graceful expulsion
I predict
A graceful expulsion
I predict
A graceful expulsion
