You are a man who's been smoothed by wind,
an islet that the combers are constantly hitting
You are a light of the Big Dipper that's feeling cold on the sky
that is eaten by the twinkle of a city
You are a boy like the wood of a school desk
under the lid cuts of childhood
You are a rustling suburb house on ground frost
chicken wire of basements
Your skin is an earnest blanket
that is abraded by time
To your heart leads a stony road
Like you fathers, you are without a touch,
a shivering man
You've got a limping front soldier in you,
grandfather's mouth that has been muted to a line
And that shard is abrading in the soul
like the inherited silence
You are a boy and a lost road,
under a key chain your heart beats
You are a light of the Big Dipper that's feeling cold on the sky,
snowdrifts of a freeze night
Your skin is an earnest blanket
that is abraded by time
To your heart leads a stony road
Like you fathers, you are without a touch,
a shivering man
Your skin is an earnest blanket
that is abraded by time
To your heart leads a stony road
Like you fathers, you are without a touch,
a shivering man
A man shivering without a touch