Bruce Peninsula Shutters
Like water from a whale spout
The spraying veils its ground
What's dug inside the body
A black gasp bubbling out
Oh as the ocean is bled dry
A mountain is a mouth eating up the sky
Oh as the ocean is bled dry
A valley cuts the tongue from its gullet
Who knows who will say what now?
Old as the water we sigh
A mountain is a mouth eating up the sky
Oh as the ocean is bled dry
A valley cuts the tongue from its gullet
Who knows who will say what now?
Sigh along and our sighs align
We'll set a table and drink some wine
Fine tether of the moon-yard view
You pause as the pleasure misconstrues
Whats real and what's entombed
Sigh along or silence be
Be our song
And it calms me down
Don't try to calm me down
Hey hoorah
Don't try to calm me down
And the whale is sleeping
The tongue's inclined
And we spout and speak to reveal the rush
As it bubbles out
And it calms me down
