Parson Brown (upirngaangutuq Iqalunni)
Tim Baker
Couldn't shake the cold away
A year alone, stock still and stuck in snow
Two black eyes, this phoney smile
My senses dead, my body bent in ice
Then you took off your winter clothes
And you leaned against with your eager innocence
My brittle knotted wrists twitched
Reaching out for it
When we're running from the hospital,
Don't stop. Don't stop.
Though the guards'll call, and the cops'll come,
Don't stop. Don't stop.
They do not know us. We don't stop
Because of our love. Our love.
And we don't need their law,
Like the paper it's written on, it will fade.
It will melt away.
Like snow, it runs to the river below