Two-Headed Calf

I'm heading north In a broken motor home Footsteps creating a clear back road I'd watch clouds tear For hours at a time With nowhere to return to but these shrines This is terror, this is pain This is being human, this is everything This is giving up, this is holding close This is being human, this is being cold I'm heading west Trying to grab the moon On a beach, in a home, in the usual room My face is red and yours is too My feet and frozen solid And my hands are blue This is terror, this is pain This is being human, this is everything This is giving up, this is holding close This is being human, this is being cold I've headed down south to bury your heart Still beating in my hands, I know this is hard Your lungs of pool water and panging guilt It's monolithic, brutalist what we've built All of my compasses are broken You've been holding the map backwards My GPS has been thrown off course I'm leaving behind this world of course This is terror, this is pain This is being human, this is everything This is giving up, this is holding close This is being human, this is being cold (And I am going to tear this photo album to shreds) Treehouses, Candlemass CD's and Canopies Every highway is a vein in ill-intentioned arm Of the law Treehouses andCandlemass CD's Overarching canopies Canopies And I am going to tear this photo album to shreds This is terror, this is pain This is being human, this is everything What is faith without crisis? We can meet the fire in the middle And jump off the 'I Love You' bridge Into the green moss and vibrant singing Face down and pale as newborn mice All hail northern Ontario I'll meet you somewhere I Promise