Silver Boats
When you burn all of the roads
And the towering old contacts explode
I'm the last in the light
So fast, so wrong, you were right
So slow, so low, we almost froze
And Caroline, serious smoke rings
Always still hoping
And the bend, like the bottle, will break
I'm lowering the cage over the lake
And row silver boats in the snow
Writer/s: Michael Andrew Betmanis
