Sunday:
Dark water draining north
The heat swells and bursts like plague
Sunday:
Ever-so-faint slow tambourine
Glides onward toward the grave
Who drew the line?
Who drew the line
Between you and me?
Who drew the line
That everyone sees?
Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain is haunted:
Bones without names
Photographs framed in reeds
Darling,
What blood our veins are holding.
The overpass frozen
Fires ablaze at sea
Who drew the line?
Who drew the line
That cuts to the skin, buries me in?
Tell me, who drew the line
Darling don't close your eyes
(Lie as darkness hardens
Lie of our reunion
O lie if God is sleeping
O I believe you now)
Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me
And all you left behind
Listen:
Ever-so-faint slow tambourine
Is marching back through time

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