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I heard the crow caw my name
I cried out to the frozen forest
until I realized I was tame
"no one sleeps out here," he says
for fear of being a stranger
if you aren't ever-present, son
your death will be in danger
the ice will break beneath your feet
your fingertips slip out of reach
your hands will grasp for nothing, tight
(hold fast to the last light)
the long road home
is longer after dark
nothing to cry to the naked sky
when all the stars are stark
you beat your feet to the engine's heat
you put the pedal to the plastic
and all your thoughts from here to home
are dull and drab and drastic
it's an old-fashioned disaster
that you've been teasing for years
but you prefer it when Heaven stays silent
(and God loves a man who fears)
your eyes are open to the turning season
burning into boredom
but you've got nothing
when your blood is rushing
through a heart that's false and foreign
you say, "take me to the sea with the tide
I lied, I like to get high with the moonshine"
under the sign of a sigh, until it all feels fine
(you are) my water to wine...
© Steve Skafte