Phantom Limb

Frozen into coats White girls of the north Filed past one, five and one They are the fabled lambs A Sunday ham The ancient snow And they could float above the grass In circles if they tried A latent power I'm known to hide To keep some hope alive That a girl like I could ever try Could ever try So we just skirt the hallway signs A phantom and a fly Follow the lines and wonder why There's no connection And weakened falling eyes In cheap shots from the tribe And we're off to Nemarca' porch again Another afternoon Of the goat-head tunes and pilfered booze We wander through her Momma's house The milk from the window lights Family portrait, circa '95 This is that foreign land With the sprayed-on tans And it all feels fine Be it silk or slime So, when they tap our Monday heads Two zombies walk in our stead This town seems hardly worth our time And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme Too far along in our crime Stepping over what now towers to the sky With no connection So, when they tap our Sunday heads Two zombie walk in our stead This town seems hardly worth the time And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme Too far along in our crime Stepping over what now towers to the sky With no connection