the Gleam, Pt. 3

Lyrics for the Gleam, Pt. 3

I take everything I've already figured out with me wherever I go Mind like a moth-eaten blanket, wind whistling through the holes I wrap up in its wool every day I walk, I drive, I say hi to the faces of the other parents I will forget who they are but for now I know When the nights fall a dark spring opens I dive entirely in to the holes in my sleeping mind I swim all night across a black ocean until day comes again Standing beneath a sky of airplane noise the sun on its wheel turning me old warms the back of my head death caress I look across the gulf I have seen the billowy black These hereditary perforated minds dream off and they don't come back I'll climb through this torn wool mind hole in my knowing to grandmother's house