Sunset On Snohomish. burn The Tree Line Down. hold My Hopes Underwater, stand There And Watch Them Drown. fishing Out Their Bodies, from The Bathroom Sink. leave Them In A Bucket, til They Start To Stink.
i Think I'll Stay Here, til I Feel Whole Again. i Don't Know When.
trout Swim Past The Fishing Lines. sky Gets Dark And Close. cars Start Up And Make, their Nightly Exodus. on A Picnic Bench Alone, watch The Sky Go Dark. dig My Nails Into My Hands, hope It Leaves A Mark.
i Think I'll Stay Here, til I Feel Whole Again. i Don't Know When.