Shutters - Bruce Peninsula

Like water from a whale spout

The spraying veils its ground

What’s dug inside the body

A black gasp bubbling out

Oh as the ocean is bled dry

A mountain is a mouth eating up the sky

Oh as the ocean is bled dry

A valley cuts the tongue from its gullet

Who knows who will say what now?

Old as the water we sigh

A mountain is a mouth eating up the sky

Oh as the ocean is bled dry

A valley cuts the tongue from its gullet

Who knows who will say what now?

Sigh along and our sighs align

We’ll set a table and drink some wine

Fine tether of the moon-yard view

You pause as the pleasure misconstrues

Whats real and what’s entombed

Sigh along or silence be

Be our song

And it calms me down

Don’t try to calm me down

Hey hoorah

Don’t try to calm me down

And the whale is sleeping

The tongue’s inclined

And we spout and speak to reveal the rush

As it bubbles out

And it calms me down