The Canyons Curved Burgundy
I never asked her to wear red
she did that on her own
and the canyons curved burgundy
up the spine of the fault
In the morning I was sick
like a catholic in a tomb
and all I saw was broken glass
scattered on the shore
How do you know when your life is over
when it begins you call to her
she answers with a question
who will sing for me
