|
TUNING: EADGBe
RE SOL
What the hell is this?
RE
You said, "It's art, just fucking mirror it."
SOL
Where did we go wrong?
LA
If not here, where do we belong?
SOL
In a shot of sun off an airplane far above her?
LA
In the glint of a foot-burnished manhole cover?
SOL
In a light, a sign of one kind or another?
RE
In the gleaming eye of a fighter or a lover?
SOL
Sitting here at the Hortons,
LA RE
so you know this is important.
SOL
If not here, then where?
LA
If not now, then when?
SOL
When a feather's an immovable force?
LA
When the stampede's an obstacle course?
SOL
When Ancient Train has hit Ol' Transient Horse?
RE
When we're a Vancouver divorce?
Now that we've hammered the last spike
and we've punched the railroad through,
thought there'd be more to say,
thought there'd be more to do.
I love your paintings -- don't take your colours away.
I've grown more fearful of them every day.
Swimming up their dark rivers to discover your source,
a source of strange and unrequited remorse.
And I found the end of the world, of course,
but it's not the end of the world, of course.
It's just a Vancouver divorce.
It's just a Vancouver divorce.
|
|
