Pontchartrain lyrics
Sunday:
Dark water draining north, the heat
Swells and bursts like
plague.
Sunday:
Ever-so-faint slow tambourine
Glides
onward toward the grave.
Who drew the line?
Who drew the
line between you and me?
Who drew the line
that everyone sees?
Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain is haunted:
Bones
without names, photographs framed in reeds.
Darling,
What
blood our veins are holding.
The overpass frozen, fires ablaze at sea.
Who drew the line?
Who drew the line that cuts to the
skin, buries me in?
Tell me who drew the line.
Darling, don't
close your eyes.
(Lie as darkness hardens.
Lie of our
reunion.
Oh lie if God is sleeping.
Oh I believe you now.)
Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me,
and all you
left behind.
Listen:
Ever-so-faint slow tambourine
is marching back through time.
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