I miss those nights I'd be in by nine

And we only smoked on Wednesday nights

Before the organ tones from the cathedral

Poked pinholes in the ceiling

We were buzzing from the floorboards and the ceiling fans

And we approached the stain glass with our jaws relaxed

Singing our blank verses

That we held so dear to our dreary hearts

Glasses of half drank merlot

Cauldron of skeleton sketches

Ripped from notеbooks he owns

Go to Canada

(And they say)

Go to Canada

Can we think of ways that wе can integrate from within

And melt into silver speakers to mash away our sins?

And friend, I still love you

Despite the sugar seeping from your head

The psychoactive stimulant that we

Grew a tolerance to when we were children

But I remember chasing you around

The playground

My head split and my brain unravelled

We were just little kids

With nowhere to live

So we found holes in the ground to inhabit

Now the neighbor has lost his dog

After falling down the stairs

And he still calls the cops

Despite us being quiet now

Just to show he's still there

Go to Canada

Can we think of ways that we can integrate from within

And melt into silver speakers to mash away our sins?