Billy Budd-Son, Ambulance

[ti:Billy Budd] [ar:Son, Ambulance] [al:Key] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Billy Budd - Son, Ambulance [00:00.80]You came by yourself, [00:01.98] [00:02.62]But you left in a train. [00:04.21] [00:07.46]Following close to whatever is in front of you. [00:13.78] [00:16.38]Rails lay in their beds from Boston to Maine. [00:20.28] [00:22.97]And they trick themselves, [00:24.31] [00:27.21]Dream about waking up. [00:28.67] [00:31.36]So we fold like paper. [00:36.40] [00:39.66]Into a desks top drawer, [00:41.55] [00:43.81]Something I was writing. [00:45.68] [00:47.97]Into a tunnels dark mouth, [00:50.28] [00:51.57]The boxes have disappeared. [00:53.00] [00:56.50]And we laughed out loud [00:57.85] [01:02.36]For each one we never opened. [01:04.29] [01:04.86]So now the poets can guess at [01:07.25]What we might have had. [01:08.43] [01:11.91]For all their loveliness, [01:13.27] [01:15.70]My page is just snow. [01:17.42] [01:20.05]And I follow your footprints, [01:22.08] [01:22.63]Fill buckets with tears. [01:24.25] [01:27.00]With that hot water, [01:29.60] [01:31.54]I will make you tea. [01:32.73] [01:35.72]Cause now you say that you're sick, [01:38.04]But I think you're just bored [01:39.84] [01:42.96]With my jumbled words so inarticulate, [01:47.83] [01:49.30]Your inattentiveness. [01:50.19] [01:51.94]But I told you one time [01:56.80] [01:59.87]We were two twisted vines, [02:01.68] [02:03.76]Green and inseparable. [02:05.07] [02:08.60]That sturdy of a weave it just isn't possible. [02:13.18] [02:16.31]So I will change my name, [02:18.50] [02:22.71]You can pretend you never knew me. [02:24.94]And we'll fill up our floors [02:26.84]With the discarded clothes. [02:28.62] [02:31.30]A skirt pulled up from under my bed, [02:33.73] [02:35.75]Something I loved on you. [02:38.21] [02:40.25]Can you tell by my face, [02:42.40]Because I think it shows? [02:43.82] [02:47.26]It is confusing here, [02:49.57] [02:51.25]Feels like I am in a fog. [02:53.51] [02:59.66]Ah [02:59.86] [03:03.78]Ah