Boreas

With my back on the floor

Cold linoleum icing my growing pains

Watch the ceiling fan turn its shape again

My threads are coming loose

Yeah, I'm one spoon away

From setting the ends of my hair on fire

If I'm kindling for a little while

At least I'd feel of use

Maybe then my breath could embody

A wildfire starting

I'd sweep up the forest floor

And my body'd breathe life into the corners

Be a darker soil

Making lists, folding laundry

Keeping tidy with my radio show

I'd be lying if I told you

I'm keeping tidy anymore

Yeah, I swing from believing

That maybe my working will all pay off

To considering drinking with Molotov

I'm halfway out the door

Maybe then my breath could embody

A wildfire starting

I'd sweep up the forest floor

And my body'd breathe life into the corners

Be a darker soil

Promise me

That you'll start where I end

And I promise to give you

Everything that I am

(On and on and on)

We'll go on and on and on

In the end

All I hope for

Is to be a bit of warmth for you

When there's not a lot of warmth left

To go around