Wouldn't it be beautiful to find something we thought we had lost ?
Consider the snow storm I am standing in
Like the cold breath of an arctic demon, the wind will blow so hard that I will start a whole new world war with myself
I will stuff my hands in my mittens and pretend it's time to trade my goods again
I will give up my wife
and kids
and horses
horses, horses
None of them were ever mine anyway
I want to give everyone everything
I will never say no to the skies that will open up for me
I will stop bathing in rum, I promise, I promise
