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Leave your little lamp on, mother all the damp thoughts
Till you feel the comfort a new dawn
Filtering through the curtain of this old haunt
Minutes go by

Take stock of the washed up flotsam and detritus
All the wormholes in the woodwork of this crooked manse
Cover up the shame

Listening to the old shortwave
Distant echoes of a time when
When we'd calm our hearts by gaslight
As the cavalcade rumbles by

Cower in the marrow of this moment
The subtleties and nuances subside
As morning crows

Take stock of the washed up flotsam and detritus
All the wormholes in the woodwork of this crooked manse
Cover up the shame

Constant cycles
I tap the beat to a broken crotchet
I tap the beat to ultimately
Faultless hearts in lifeless husks
I'll die before I know
I've got miles to go before I sleep

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from Yearlings, released May 2, 2011

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