Winterpills Threshing Machine
We took a picture togetherWe held the camera in front
of us
Your arm was cutting right into the frame
Your smile was for both of us
Something about the way we looked that day
Caught in the act of trying to look away
From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing
machine
Do you feel like you've seen anything,
Ever, at all?
We took a walk on the dykes
And walked by the proscenium arches
Paused at the mouth of a rabbit hole
Stared down and wondered how far did it go
Something about the way we talked that day
Caught in the act of trying to look away
From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing
machine
Do you feel like you've felt anything,
Ever, at all?
Try to imagine us in a house
Try to imagine us in a car
Try to imagine us staying alive
And not just hiding away in this bar
Something about the way you looked today
Caught in the act of trying to look away
From the sight of your hands caught in this threshing
machine
Do you feel like you've done anything,
Ever, at all?
Do you feel like you've said anything,
Ever, at all?
