Mark I've been listening to your record and thinking about Berlin
and our two throats, calling out, singing
that song we swore we would father but, just never took the chance
maybe spring time, I will visit, and talk of our romance
with the truth you have accepted, but I cannot get down
what will be sang to my cherished when I'm put in the ground?
Train Under Water? Cayote Song? Ship In A Bottle? Light Pollution?
Mark I've been listening to your record and thinking about dying
When you're here lets put a day aside and do some writing