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You expected my war diaries
But time ran out and I, I let you down
A small thanks note written in French
Is no shorthand for this thing gave me writer's cramp

Another dream about shape shifting
Well, we move with such elegance with such grace
With all our dignity just in place

Deer die with their eyes wide open
Eyes wide open, eyes wide open
Deer die with their eyes wide open

Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons
To get across the sense of impending doom
And the leaves like the artwork to major leagues
Look like dead foxes on the hard shoulder

And for some reason I think that I attributed
This story to the bypass of the town I hadn't visited
So goes the backing track of all the sighs we'd ever sighed

Deer die with their eyes wide open
Eyes wide open, eyes wide open
Deer die with their eyes wide open

Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons
To get across the sense of impending doom
And I am 17 pages through this notebook now
And there are little more than pictures of how I see
You in an X-ray machine

That's more like a television screen and you're in a rut
And I know that you know what I mean
And then the realization hits
That not even two gospel choirs could save us now

Turn up on your doorstep, feeling like roadkill
Tasting like postage stamps and when I touch you
You fold up like an envelope with everything I ever wrote
Pouring out of your mouth

You expected my war diaries
But time ran out and I, I let you down
A small thanks note written in French