I Stand On The Corner, Pretending I

Like The Trains, She's Never On Time And Always Departing.

Canada Was Built On Dead Beavers.

We Battled In Secret, Undeclared, And After A While I No Longer Fought Back Because I Never Won. The Only Defense Was Flight, Invisibility.

What Am I Living For And What Am I Dying For Are The Same Question.

How Easy It Is, Treachery. You Just Slide Into It.