Jack

Jack comes home

Giant Jack was dead

Giant Jack is maybe dead

Giant Jack looks dead

Giant Jack is not dead

He's carrying his shadow

Through the grave city grave

Skeleton tree growing

On his own graves

He's trembling cold

With a frozen wind blowing

Blowing through his teeth

Blowing through his mouth

Battle on his big blinked eyes

Jack is on my back now

I was trembling like a bird with no feather on the skin

I had gasoline all over my wings

He looked like a storm with a solid body

He looked like a storm

He took off his shadow and put it on mine

I said hey

It's too large for a little me

He said you need this big black shadow

To fight against the night

It's a good shadow a bit encumbering

And cold like ice

But it will protect you well

He said

What a strange coat with a hundred pockets full of books

I give you books 'cause

Books are really good to fight against the night

Giant Jack shakes my hand

Giant Jack and little me

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack

Giant Jack

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back

Giant Jack is on my back