Passing Out Zines Lyrics

Passing out zines

Mask below the nose

Who will take a chance on you?

Like a bird lost in an airport

Like some incidental truce

There's no one to hold your drink now

So you head back to your room

Why try to resist

Looking through an open window

Whether you question it

Or say it's fine

Hard to believe

I still live in this house

I learned to fix the drain last week

In the business of morning

In the fixing of the day,

Margaret is checking on her grapes

How high must I insist on being

Before there's silence

Whether I question it

Or decide it's fine

I must always wonder

What is truly mine

Most days I will see anything

But what is behind me