LYRICS
Pour on the rum on the wound
and send kisses through a postcard
the winter has come
straight to the bones
while you're still rubbing your eyes
let the wax dry on the pulps
prayers are becoming courses
salt-away heart/cuttlebone knife
Nobody loves as I love you tonight!
Far away from here
where the sky is getting clear
the blueberries float
in the outdoor washtubs
and my hampered fingers
as a compass without a needle
it will never end
looking for your hands
far-from-here-so-far-away
far-from-you-far-far-away
over the foam of the waves
the tail of the whale
over and over
and more far away!