So the fields are stubble
Garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands
Sees her holding up horizons with her hand
She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips
That essay on a frown
Watch her memories of human voices drown
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
Make grasses' swish meet the cricket ring
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
Words that Betta never heard
So the back lanes tie the city down
A mess of dirty string
Winter dies the same way every spring
As the sky tries on its uniform
Of turned off TV gray
And the ways we watched her watch us walk away
Let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
Make footsteps thick, talk to echoed walls
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
Let every wind, howl and creak the creaking doors
To rooms that too much has happened in
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
- :
- Reconstruction Site
- Watermark (EP)
- Left And Leaving
- Fallow
- Miscellaneous
- Live At the Burton Cummings Theatre
- Live Session (iTunes Exclusive)
- iTunes Sessions
- Tournament of Hearts
- Operation: Punk Rock Freedom
- Hopelessly Devoted to You, Volume 3
- 2003-11-06: Lee’s Palace, Toronto, ON, Canada
- Watermark
- This Is Bad Taste, Vol. 4
- Anti 2010 Summer Compilation
- Anti - 2010 Spring Compilation
- Hopeless Records Summer Sampler 2005
- Alternative Times, Volume 11
- Hopeless Records: 15 Year Anniversary
- Hopelessly Devoted to You, Vol. 3