I hope for an epiphany,

Prepare for misfortune.

The grief, the sense of urgency,

Is my fixation.

And even in a memory,

The shadows barley blur.

They persist, they pressure me,

They're my saboteurs.

(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)

Pure Fear.

(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)

Let us link our arms tonight and we can hike the miles home.

When you pick a spot on the horizon just focus and let me know.

I like to think of allergies,

The hypotheticals.

Or competing policies,

Unwritten protocols.

(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)

(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)

I like to talk of tendencies,

It makes me feel at ease.

Riddles and technicalities,

Are my symphonies.

(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)

(In Kitsilano, In Kitsilano)

Let us link our arms tonight and we can hike the miles home.

When you pick a spot on the horizon just focus and let me know.

The treeline's just beyond our sight,

We'll reach the edge by morning's light.

I hope for an epiphany!

I hope for an epiphany!

I hope for an epiphany!