Woodcutters Lyrics

A yellow paper moon

Crowns my eyes

And tucks the water around me

Like a lunar disguise

I've been here only for a day

My nails tracing lines in the ashtray

The streets are wet with light that doesn't stay

Pink and blue, the scene gets erased

Nobody passes by

Caught up in glassy wire

Where ice chips, and time drips down walls

Into our arms

It's a long way home when home is another way

To separate a man from his mistakes

If I'm not dead yet, then I might never be

And my date up north says I'm her dream

Nobody passes by

Caught up in glass and wires

Like birds on a pyre, my hands are on fire

The rails are cold

And I follow them home

Oh, I can't go back that way

Sign on the line

My hand slips down the stall

To ask for the time

Splintered windowpanes catch my hair

Scatter the light onto the wall

Into scales, my second skin

I've seen relief pass by

Drip from a milky eye

A cut thumb, a wink, a sigh

I want it all