smells on the air see there its [bad word] the final impression
the stains on the paper
where words fell like water unearth all the changes that never did matter
i think its beginning to freeze here

caught in the rage and the fire of things all the brightness that burns me
im fumbling through like a child in the dark when the [bad word] i am shocked by the colour
the glorious weight of your [bad word] alive
and i never thought wed make it back so soon
might be nice but i knew youd be your own [bad word] a time
and i always thought id make it up to you

here please forgive me how could we escape all the bitterness piled upon bitterness
held in the face of the things that i dont understand intellectualize over and over
this helplessness suits us its funny how quiet has slipped to our corners
worn all our edges away you are watching breathing and baiting
wanting and warming and cautiously waiting for some simple signal to creep cross your conscience
uncover redemption and oh did i mention i carried you down to the st lawrence river
the [bad word] dirty the waters beginning to freeze here
solid by morning and ill freeze here
winter by morning [bad word] a lie
and i never thought youd get me back so soon
might be nice but its only if my own [bad word] alive
and i always knew id make it up to you

i saw on your face such a curious grin as i let go your hand i was desperate to hold you again
but youre sinking so deep in the water outsmarted myself and so easily gave up what i wanted
solid by morning
what i wanted
winter by morning [bad word] alive
and i never thought youd make it up so soon
might be nice but i always knew youre my [bad word] a time
and i always thought id make it up to you

solid by morning
and ill freeze here
winter by morning