I heard him cork the gun, I felt it aimed at my torso.
I wrym and wiggle like a pregnant Caribou
the end of today is the beginning of tomorrow
so where I end, is the point you begin
Borders are not my friend, regulations are not my Anthem
Hard to live in a paradise when the leaves whisper control
One could walk on the beach, but the sand will swallow him whole
he says, fuck the rules dear, tell a story with the bullet I got you
Oh it’s forged from silver, made for your stubborn heart
nothing else would do, like playing chess with an Hourglass
and you stand at the border where mysticism ends and technology begins
So lets thread down a path known to a few
where health fails and spirituality unfurls
the game is switched when you die here, you’ll live there
the border where your heart stops and the silver bullet starts
The moonlight reflects on the Sea, illuminating our monotonous footprint
my bullet glistens like the silver moon as I marvel at it’s buoyancy
his cherished gift to me, his misguided lover, far from a diamond bracelet.
then he corks the gun, this is where I end and he begins.