Testo Somewhere Near Thunder Bay

Somewhere near Thunder Bay, living halfway
While the rest slept in buckets and on benches in the back
I almost flew into you on the highway
We called close on the marble-lit milky-way

I was dreaming of you
Way beyond any names
Everything frozen and slow Somewhere near Thunder Bay

And no blood escaped when the spell broke
And nothing was turned into anything else
Not any of the versions of yourself, or myself
Bush to the painted line and back again

I was dreaming of you
Way beyond any names
Everything frozen and slow
Somewhere near Thunder Bay

And I lived in your skin and its tame light
No names, but warm heat to your warm heat
I took a branch from you and you left through me Giving that good new life one more go-round

I was dreaming of you
Way beyond any names
Everything frozen and slow
Somewhere near Thunder Bay