Из альбома: Beating Back the Claws of the Cold
son you'll have to grow thicker skin, before you turn amphibian
then you'll have to grow some gills
but if you wan't to breathe oxygen, you're going to have to live on land and maybe I'm surprised you don't
hey cat with nervous eyes, maybe you can't decide how to lose you eighth and last
born in different gears, with symbiotic tears maybe that's the kind you chose
well I'm used to seeing the son not rise it gave me pause before a shallow dive
though I surfaced on the rain soaked rocks
I'm genius when the blood won't stop
and now because of crushing guilt
and now because I'm lying still
you don't believe in social resurgence or giving - in to giving - in
this girl I knew from fire, she'd gotten some piano wire hung herself from a right tree branch
that stick it bent right down, but her feet never hit the ground until her legs were laid to rest
her orphan suicide, maybe you can tell me why living is the accident
and no single event, is impossible to prevent when the odds are not your ken
hey blue head her off, and ask her for her thoughts comparing us to lichen growth
it's taken twenty years, we're covered ear to ear beginning on the head to toe
and philodendron bloom, your pictures in my room balanced on an old pine shelf
someday I will need, every flower seed to complete my collective growth
well I'm used to seeing the son not rise it gave me pause before a shallow dive
though I surfaced on the rain soaked rocks
I'm genius when the blood won't stop
and now because of crushing guilt
and now because I'm lying still
you don't believe in social resurgence or giving - in to giving - in