Bivouac
Bivouac LP/CD
Dug my fingers in the earth.
Mother.
I learned to put on airs.
Mother.
Now this is home.
Mother.
Bivouac.
Drew pictures of my pain.
They were so pretty.
They were so vain.
Put your hands in the water.
Let it touch you everywhere.
Boat of my father.
Cut from my...
Father.
I'm lonely.
I'm an only.
I needed them to breathe.
Today I wake up,
tell myself this is me.
Father.
I'm lonely.
I'm an only.
But the property's on loan.
So much for letting go.
I'm picking up the phone...[to thank?]
Father.
I'm lonely.
I'm an only.