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1.
Night came on, November blown
and the edges of the scene still dim with light.
Flashing rush of flakes.
A road blind with ice.

Do you remember, on that
one long hill we might have
lost our lives?
We could’ve closed our eyes.

All-night drive, nowhere in mind,
cross-country backway, outside of time.
Down the spine of some long weekend
we just slid out of sight.

Was it darker then than when we left?
Yeah, the glow from the radio seemed more
green and sad than before.
Nothing beamed in anymore.

Where were you?
Were you dreaming of the same far places?
Come down from your high places
and cross the broken border.

No more freezing in the desert,
no more dry snow like a dust-storm.
They say that nobody dead can hear you.
Still, I wish our missing friends would pray for us.

CHORUS
When do we get away?
When do we go abroad?
Could I live one foreign moment
and not wreck it beside you, baby?
Don’t want to slide, don’t want to die
in the depths of winter, still unchanged.

2.
We stopped at ten to stretch our legs and
Our baby girl wanted something warm.
Wind like awful knives
When I open the door.

Stood there breathing in an
Atmosphere all reeking
Fuel and ice and brine.
Watched you go inside.

All night stop, ice-box and coffee,
Not another sound, just the hum of white lights.
Breaks my heart to see you
Trying to decide what to buy.

Through the window I’ll be watching,
You feel torn from my side –
Another wound,
another wound for my bride.

Will God take anything we give him?
Even the darkest, hopeless, hateful -
If it’s all we have to offer?

And when will we ever get outside of
All we’re trapped inside of?
Let the stones and the snow bear witness –
Just tell me I have loved you.

CHORUS

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from An Eighth of a Bottle of Something Sticky Green, released July 11, 2018

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Cameron M. Thomson Toronto, Ontario

Cameron Thomson is a Toronto-based moral philosopher, musician, and writer. When he’s not writing or making music, he may be found on the beach, searching for beach-glass and other treasure, or in the woods, digging for historical glass in former dumpsites. Visit him on Instagram at @cameron_m_thomson. ... more

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