Elephant Head - Cold Specks

One thousand stillborn thoughts

To cradle and hold

With my mothers hands

A place that my mind

Chased and hoped

Of these empty winds

To breathe

No I wont rest

When the house is to shame

Call out to these waters

Yes you gray lakes

Do I bury them

With their names?

You cut me open

Just to see what’s within

Clean up these organs

Wrap your words with my skin

I guess Im just looking for a transplant lover

Within???

Some one who would dance

Around my doors

And sing a casket

What do you say

Now what do you say

It is a strange year

And it appears that I am stuck

But I predict

A graceful expulsion

I predict

A graceful expulsion

I predict

A graceful expulsion

I predict

A graceful expulsion

Stranded in the north sea

Yeah a wild dream

Frantic city keep my warm

This fog

Its been a heavy year

Bathers but dying at (?)

Saint Georgian Bay

Am I to condemn

The hands of darkness

Now tell it to the quiet

Fire of my blood

Tell it to the eager

Fever of my heart

Who will arrange the funeral?

I predict

A graceful expulsion

I predict

A graceful expulsion

I predict

A graceful expulsion

I predict

A graceful expulsion

I predict

A graceful expulsion

I predict

A graceful expulsion