Cadaverous Condition Driftwood
the sound of the train in Bonners Ferry gets me out of
here
black eyed girl from Vik, Iceland who gets you out of
there
a walk on the cliff, in the air a “what if” gets us out
of here
another town and another face, another mark on the
driftwood
driftwood
a town by the sea and a life to grab, I get you out of
here
no one saw the little signs I gave, the hints and all
the lies
these are special dreams and a poem in your box of
beautiful things
when you can’t sleep do you think of me and death on a
driftwood beach
the sound of the train in Bonners Ferry gets me out of
here (out of here)
black eyed girl from Vik, Iceland who gets you out of
there (out of there)
a walk on the cliff, on your face a “what if” gets us
out of here (out of here)
another town and another name, another mark on the
driftwood
there comes a time
choose wise your words of magic
or else they disappear
they’ll get you out of here
