The Grammarian Paroles

Steal some winter, stir my bones,
Throw my soul into the great lake,
Make a lighter trip back home.

You had sharpened all your teeth,
Painted your fingers black and blue,
When Ishtar's yellow smile broke my knees,
I blamed it all on you.

I've been tearing down the paintings,
That portrayed you in a field,
All of my wounds have reopened,
If any of them had healed.

But I was wrong,
And I was wrong, I know.
Thank God, I can rest again.

I think I have been receding,
Into everything we know, He convinced me of your sorrow,
I really thought that was true.

But I was wrong.
Yeah I was wrong, I guess.
Thank God, I can see again.

Cross the great Peconic Canyon,
With a fire by my side,
Just the thoughts, some shadow of you,
You had vanished with the time,
I hid my face and kept on walking,
Til my legs went numb and black,
Hearing all you said more loudly,
Well it turned out you were right.
Right.

I was wrong,
I was wrong, I know.
Thank God.
Yea I can rest again.