St. Lawrence edifice that I helped build
More than just iron, more than just stone
Hanging on
These are my limbs … set to ashes
My fire poems, my sinking ships
This lonely artifice that I can't break
More than just gardens, more than just a wake
Hanging on (hanging on)
This is my flesh … set to ashes
My fire poems, my sinking ships
I went for a walk and I went down the main street
The main street of my home town (on a windy day)
And I walked to the mansion, the mansion that all the tourists go to
For a little museum tour (on a windy day)
And I spent three dollars to walk around
I saw the ivory room and I saw the billiards (on a windy day)
I saw the room that all the prime ministers came to,
to eat their dinners with the patriarch (on a windy day)
And I saw the establishment and I saw the parliament (on a windy day)
And I saw the bourgeois and I saw the opulence … set to ashes
My fire poems, my sinking ships
We lay on the river bed, the river bed (on a windy day)

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