Feral fox felt the headlights wrap around him
like sap around a fly
Final thought, this must be the magic I’ve hunted all my life

Now he’s just a pile of red fur
That lies at the side of the road
An old flame, a feast for the worms
A flag that will never be flown

And I drift by like smoke from the mouths of the houses
That choke out the dreams of their hosts
Does this world feel callous and crowded?
A bloodhound at your throat

Put the bright canaries in cages
And take them down the mines
Could it be these sleepers in doorways
Are early warning signs

Of a world about to implode
Swallowed up whole by the sea
To pass out in the withering cold
And wake with the sweeping machines

And I drift by like smoke from the mouths of the houses
That choke out the dreams of their hosts
Does this world feel callous and crowded?
A bloodhound at your throat

I’m out walking on my own
Hear the cogs of the world turn slowly
And my heart might turn to stone
If I don’t keep it closed sometimes
Through the moonlight
Through the snow
I’ll keep walking till I learn to let go

And I drift by like smoke from the mouths of the houses
That choke out the dreams of their hosts
Does this world feel callous and crowded?
A bloodhound at your throat