歌词
I accrued a crude likeness of you
Sketched it from the morning light
Drew a side profile scratched in the Prince Edward Island snow
By the time the dawn had broke you had broken in too
Searching for any home that might make a moon of you
Wind twists around the old weather vane again
Like a tendril it takes root now you've lost all direction
You can use the seven stars of the Big Dipper to find Polaris
Lord only knows how much you've missed her
You can see it best from the rooftop after dark
When you're singing childhood songs that fill you with longing
When the nightbird choir strikes it will call the tide
Like a trick of the light see your chest fall and rise
Scrape the sinew from the skin of a story
Pull back the ivy of a history grown over
Meet me by the hollow tree hang your dusty harp
Well you're no Ulysses but you're still after my heart
These are the end of days you know
Is your house in order
Are you the architect or the graveyard digger
Written by: Dana Sipos
