Sunday:
Dark water draining north, the heat
Swells and bursts like plague

Sunday:
Ever-so-faint slow tambourine
Glides onward toward the grave

Who drew the line?
Who drew the line between you and me?
Who drew the line
That everyone sees?

Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain is haunted:
Bones without names, photographs framed in reeds

Darling,
What blood our veins are holding
The overpass frozen, fires ablaze at sea

Who drew the line?
Who drew the line that cuts to the skin, buries me in?
Tell me who drew the line
Darling, don't close your eyes

(Lie as darkness hardens

Lie of our reunion
Oh lie if God is sleeping
Oh I believe you now)

Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me,
And all you left behind

Listen:
Ever-so-faint slow tambourine
Is marching back through time