Yer Fall - Live From The Corona Theatre, Montreal, Quebec/2011

In the wet grass out back*
 We spread the sheet
 And with one last easy laugh
 The night released
 We breathed the dark, the shaking stars
 The distant, constant cars
 Breathed the sweet
 Air between us
 What was it like?
 To be young, strong, stupid and drunk
 Soft in the jagged night
 My open, rosy throat
 Dekeing secret knives
 Now we close these petals
 To the oncoming ice
 And I'm not coming out, I'm not coming out, I'm not coming out, I'm not coming out.
 My love, my love is dead i buried it
 In the falling leaves, looking awful green, in the whipping wind
 My love, my love is dead i buried it
 And it's better hid, all the shit we sling into the whipping wind
 My love, my love is dead i buried it
 Just an honest kid, i always did everything they said
 My love, my love is dead i buried it
 What a senseless thing! this heart in shreds in the whipping wind!