What of a war there was a war

Didn't it threaten to between us in our beds

Brother if it did and it did

We should pat our backs for selling all our papers

And paperless

We killed the storm by standing underneath an eaves trough

My heart is full my heart is still

And it would take more than a foggy mind to drown it

Oh memory all ears and eyes

Preserving pruning preening every leaf of every lie

It's not your fault it's not my fault

If every fault should find its way into our suppers

Then there's your face it's brown and bold

See how a miner can forget about his veins of gold

And how the ground smiles so hungrily at our bones