Gravenhurst Fog Round The Figurehead
one more ride before they take it down and drive to a
neighbouring town
sixteen miles away they'll turn off the lights on all the
rides sell off the parts to some nameless guy six years
from today
and you'll find yourself painting your windows so you
don't have to look at what's hammering outside your door
and the heart recalls everything in the first language
all of the skin peeled back but there's nothing to see
emotions you could never name are piling into your
thoughts again but you're used to it this way it's got
too late to change
