Two-Headed Calf

I'm heading north
In a broken motor home
Footsteps creating a clear back road
I'd watch clouds tear
For hours at a time
With nowhere to return to but these shrines

This is terror, this is pain
This is being human, this is everything
This is giving up, this is holding close
This is being human, this is being cold

I'm heading west
Trying to grab the moon
On a beach, in a home, in the usual room
My face is red and yours is too
My feet and frozen solid
And my hands are blue

This is terror, this is pain
This is being human, this is everything
This is giving up, this is holding close
This is being human, this is being cold

I've headed down south to bury your heart
Still beating in my hands, I know this is hard
Your lungs of pool water and panging guilt
It's monolithic, brutalist what we've built
All of my compasses are broken
You've been holding the map backwards
My GPS has been thrown off course
I'm leaving behind this world of course

This is terror, this is pain
This is being human, this is everything
This is giving up, this is holding close
This is being human, this is being cold

(And I am going to tear this photo album to shreds)

Treehouses, Candlemass CD's and
Canopies
Every highway is a vein in ill-intentioned arm
Of the law
Treehouses andCandlemass CD's
Overarching canopies
Canopies

And I am going to tear this photo album to shreds

This is terror, this is pain
This is being human, this is everything

What is faith without crisis?
We can meet the fire in the middle
And jump off the 'I Love You' bridge
Into the green moss and vibrant singing
Face down and pale as newborn mice

All hail northern Ontario

I'll meet you somewhere
I Promise