On and Ontario

Oh the scene was macabre

Two to the floor of the van

Oh the scene was macabre

Two to the floor of the van

When we reentering the state passed a

Bridge whose architects were gods that left it

They left its rusted frame in the hands

The failing hands of sinners

And I rested my eyes for

The first time in weeks

While you lay there wondering

Would you ever sleep again?

Oh and we spelled out disaster

Cute like a broken accent

And drunk? I'm nothing of the sort I just

Can't can't seem to speak in tongues at the

Moment I'm the figure of all my travels

A weary traveling suitcase

I rested my eyes for

The first time in weeks

While you lay there wondering

Would you ever sleep again?

Always the same nightmare

Will we ever pause just

To allow this love to

Come remove its coat?

Always the same nightmare

Will we ever pause just

To allow this love to

Come remove its coat?