Из альбома: Organ Music Not Vibraphone Like I'd Hoped
Watching seagulls in the blizzard
Makes me see how much I miss her
Makes me wish for ignorant bliss
But I still know where my home is
Not unlike a shit-hawk in the snow
Engorged on portions of light
Smoking cigarettes like it's 2003
You watch her wipe the plate clean
And you see that the plate is the sea
As she lay down the mountain
And it will hypnotize you
Until the sacrificial animal
That you fashioned out of clay
As an offering that she may carry you home
Gives up its details to the dusk
And looks like any other rock
Accepting crow feathers from the night
And it will hypnotize you