Six Toes - Brasstronaut

Your love is like an ancient sin

Our instincts often lie

To dying dreams that stink of gin

And offer no replies

The shapes that used to shift and move

Before your sleeping eyes

Have all but gone and disappeared

Into your stormy mind

Rest

My child

Stop

Now

Rest

My child

The end

Is near

A crucified man

Can’t be attached

To anything else

Ernest we know

You haven’t done a bad thing

But we won’t tell no one

Clearly something changed

Cause in that way

We met in crab park

On that cold

And that snowy

December day

So I said nothing

And you said nothing

And we decided to go

Our separate ways again