Boreas

With my back on the floor
Cold linoleum icing my growing pains
Watch the ceiling fan turn its shape again
My threads are coming loose
Yeah, I’m one spoon away
From setting the ends of my hair on fire
If I’m kindling for a little while
At least I’d feel of use
Maybe then my breath could embody
A wildfire starting
I’d sweep up the forest floor
And my body breathe life into the corners
Be a darker soil
Making lists, folding laundry
Keeping tidy with my radio show
I’d be lying if I told you
I’m keeping tidy anymore
Yeah, I swing from believing
That maybe my working will all pay off
To considering drinking with Molotov
I’m halfway out the door
Maybe then my brath could embody
A wildfire starting
I’d sweep up the forst floor
And my body breathe life into the corners
Be a darker soil
Promise me, that you’ll start where I end
And I promise to give you everything that I am
(We'll go on and on and on)
We’ll go on and on and on
In the end all I hope for
Is to be a bit of warmth for you
When there’s not a lot of warmth left
To go around