1. |
Left Without Leaving
03:36
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I think we met before
Sleep running golden streets alight
Offering up a light
The burning traces our glowing faces
Up close and losing sight
I’m losing lines as you turn and shiver
'Cause I keep taking drinks from the dark cold river
And we’re stirling silver tonight
And we’re not so pure to lean into the light
Is it grace or charity that you inspire
Well I’m taking both to throw into the fire
I think we’ll meet again
Our Thrifted coats too thin
For the February cold
And your frame in front of me
Is a ghost ahead of me
Won’t be the last,
Won’t be the last that kills us
I wait at a bus stop to be delivered
'Cause I keep taking trips to the holy giver
And we’re stirling silver tonight
And we’re not so pure to lean into the light
Is it grace or charity that you inspire
Well I’m taking both to throw into the fire
And we’re not so pure
To lean into the light
And I’ve left without leaving
Tonight
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2. |
Living Here
03:11
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We stained our teeth above the altar
Carried our shoes to feel the water
Four naked feet, coupling they falter
Finding our home, my heart in your psalter
We’re the only ones living here
We're trickling down down down from the ceiling
We stained the floor with cuts from our heels
Carving new rivers that christen new seals
Set upon our union, in porch light assembled
We don’t know the spirit that made our flesh tremble
We’re the only ones living here
Trickling down down down from the ceiling
We’re the only ones living here
We’re Trickling down, down, down from the ceiling
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3. |
Names We Make
04:27
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I don’t want to see it
I don’t want to see it coming
An end to giants
An end to giants walking
Under limbs enfolding their spirits sweet
In their cottonwood sleep
At night these candle glasses
Stay warm to the touch
When we've sung all our anthems
And leave this place behind
Lost in love with four bar phrases
Measuring our time
Making names we hold too closely:
Human and divine
I need you to feel it
I need you to feel the ringing
Tongues of flame around us
Tongues of flame inside us bringing
Weathered hands anointing our naked feet
In a fellowship sweet
At night these candle glasses
Stay warm to the touch
When we've sung all our anthems
And leave this place behind
Lost in love with four bar phrases
Measuring our time
Making names we hold too closely:
Human and divine
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4. |
Quicker Now
04:02
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The evening is upon us now
I see it through the stained glass window pane
In this empty room of prayer
There was a time
You eased my chest to fall and swell
To get me through the day
But now there are loving hands to hold you
An arm around your collarbone to console you
The cold finds you quicker now, honey
Than it used to
The coal mine I led you down
Is the deepest I could find for you
All these burning pages
And petitions in the back of my throat
Fall into a line
That I stay behind
And watch you on the other side
The horizon stays the same
Now there are loving hands to hold you
An arm around your collar bone to console you
The cold finds you quicker now, honey
Than it used to
The coal mine I led you down
Is the deepest I could find for you
I just wanted you to be alright, honey
The cold finds you quicker now, honey
Than it used to
The coal mine I led you down
Is the deepest I could find for you
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5. |
Glass
04:12
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These blocks are empty
off the main street
No one walks now
When the night comes early
Your feet were clean, like mine used to be
Lifted from the ground in the youth of the summer
Now mine are worn, indelibly
Chasing west end trees to their colours
There's a spirit here and she's pushing me away
I can hear it
And I can feel it
The window down and the changing of a season
I feel an old song
Golden voices up above me
Summer singers in the night
On a wind-blown memory
We're holding down in static sound
Autumn shadows turn into each other
They're breaking the light, for winter's found
In waning sun a yielding lover
There's a spirit here and she's pushing me away
I can hear it
And I can feel it
The window down and the changing of a season
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6. |
Devil
03:21
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Childhood bets were the best I could do against you
Winning my salvation in school yard games
Every coin that I tossed in the air
Descend back down to me in whispered prayer
Long nights wondering
Whether I’d wake or be buried breathing
Break dawn, and I’m waking
With no bets to leave
Curse words were the best I could do
Owning my temptation in spite of you
Dropping out but I still hold on
To my teachers guiding me along
Long nights of wondering
Whether I’d wake or be buried breathing
Break dawn and I’m waking
No bets to leave
You and I will always dance in the fire
Though I’ll always love you more
Even though you're on my shoulders
You’ll be walking home alone
In the shadows that you make
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7. |
Promises
04:08
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Through tall grass and tombstones
Giving me that cemetery smile
Arranging words over my shoulder
Composing psalms for our denial
Writing in tandem was never my style
Writing us wayward, we’re clever we’ve got guile
How your presence lingers sweetly
Here in this bedroom in the back of my eyes
I am alone here flowering covers
Sing to me softly and slowly I’ll rise
Clearwater, early twilight falls
On bridge crossing vagabonds
Jean jackets hide our hearts
Our hearts moribund
Driving one handed, the other in your hair
Driving us wayward on a faithful little prayer
How your presence lingers sweetly
Here in this bedroom in the back of my eyes
I am alone here flowering covers
Sing to me softly and slowly I’ll rise
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8. |
Hugo & McMillan
04:23
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I never understood
Where it started
But I could always find an end
A home looking broken hearted
A morning walk away
Light, elation
Colours coming in the leaves
Hide my lies in new creation
And the city wakes around noon
So do you
For Jesus’ sake
This love that I’ve construed
Will it ever take, choosing not to choose?
All that I lose
My cup is filled again
Where it started
I don’t care to find an end
To weakness I’ve always kept guarded
A morning walk away
Night behind us
I’m not lost but I’m astray
In this neighbourhood
That binds us
And the city wakes around noon
So do you
For Jesus’ sake
This love that I’ve construed
Will it ever take, choosing not to choose?
All that I lose
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9. |
Letters
03:40
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Pre-dawn snow falls
There isn’t any one thing on your mind
But gathering fuel for abbey fires
Finding the beginning of love
For sister winter
Brushing her tears from your shoulders
In the door of your hideaway
In the darkness of morning
That’s long been with us
You wait for the sun writing letters for your friends
Meanwhile in Winnipeg
Christmas lights and bikes locked to the trees
Slow pitch champs and a younger church
Finding the beginning of love
In sister winter, perfectly herself
Letting the yokes fall from our shoulders
In the den of our hideaway
In the darkness of night
That’s just come to meet us
There’s another one here
The one you mentioned in each of your letters
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10. |
Guillaume
04:45
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Did you know you had the heart of a little one
Remember that he loved you in the prairie sun
He hasn’t seen your picture by my father’s words
My father’s halls you’re walking now he hasn’t heard
I saw you in the kitchen, ‘cross a crowded room
Circles on your eyes but I denied the hue
Thinking you lighthearted like your early days
Like a young one you exalted in his gentle ways
We’ll hold these splinters together
Fireside
We’ll burn these secrets together
Confide
I hope you know a love, all encompassing
Fuller than the word and its promising
I’ll tell him how you’re living now, I’ll tell him your love
For him was a gift that you spoke often of
Maybe kindred kindness was the true lynchpin
You looking at the youth that you couldn’t let in
When you call I swear I’ll answer you’re not bothering (ALONE)
It’s not my evil but my absence that devises sin
We’ll hold these splinters together
Fireside
We’ll burn these secrets together
Confide
When you call I’ll swear I’ll answer
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