Sarah Polley - Boy текст песни

boy is breaking now
he wonders how
anyone ever left this emptiness

she stands like a queen
beautiful and mean
sweeps of silver space with him golden rings

maybe he's like me
lost making tea
think the straining leaves him hear him please

always on the farm
missing screams and those
solitary swords meant to break the fears

trying not to yawn
nowhere for season's charms
we had invitations to join the feast feast feast