Did the road you travelled bring you where you thought that it would?
Did believing ever bring you any peace, any good?
Believing never brought me anything except other problems
Running from the law and from the lord, like a soul deserter

In a dream I heard them dying
Dying seals under the ice
I was mic'ing up their voices
Making beats from the cries
Rhythms of the signal's path and the soul's immersion
Drowning in the fullness of his love and the latest version

I want to be more disappearing
To be in, and not of, this world
I want to flutter like a bed sheet
Fall asleep with my girl
Out of synch and out of tune/At the wrongest angles
Easy come and easy go, like Bolaño's angels