Coffee stained day breaks in ice and glass
Tear stained in corners and the winter will pass
Hungover with whiskey, hangs over a stove
Kicking up the morning as the rain turns to snow.
Circling away in the outer most wings
Watery eyes, reason that I sing.
Waking to the raindrops in the ashes of the night
Drowning in splashes where the rain has turned to white
Slips through a slipway and down on the road
Kicking up the morning the rain has turned to snow.
Circling away in the outer most wings
Watery eyes, reason that I sing.
Switches a switchblade, switched down his heart
Tired of these times, victim to the farce
Switches a switchblade, turning fourteen
She’s hanging in lavender from a rosary beam.
Circling away in the outer most wings
Watery eyes, reasons that I sing.