Amphibious in rivulets
I breathe through my skin
Summering with salamanders
They get a message in
Under the stone we lift
Excursion is dead
That's my fault, my fault, ice on my palm
Our version of "Polar Bear" til 6 in the morning
All my choices, all my knowledge, all my self-important axioms
Blooms on a blighted pine
Jokes painted on a stop-sign
Stop-sign, breathing you in
Credit this new edifice that we carve ourselves in
All my choices, all my knowledge, all my self-important axioms