I lay down on my bed
Water drips from the ceiling
Out in the yard, the fertile ground
I hear your dog, I hear him howl
He's so confused, he has to be
So foreign and familiar to the coyote
But the life that you need isn't here, isn't here
You are like an old tree
Shaking off all your dead leaves
But if I lay down across your path
If lift my face, out from my mask
And if I hear your voice, then I’ll hear your scream
Then I’ll hear you calling from inside of me
But I don’t know where to look in my brain
You are like a frozen lakŠµ
To which I swim, to which I bathe
And I’m not sure if these wild winds are yours
Or if they belong to a storm
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