one thousand stillborn thoughts to cradle and hold with my mother s hands i ll place them on my chest and hope for these empty winds to breathe no i won t rest when there are houses to shape call out to these waters yes you great lakes do i bury them with their names you cut me open just to see what s within clean up these organs wrap your words with my skin i guess i m just looking for a transplant lover with infinite regrets someone who ll dance around matters and sing of caskets what do you say now what do you say it is a strange year and it appears that i am stuck but i predict a graceful expulsion i predict a graceful expulsion i predict a graceful expulsion i predict a graceful expulsion stranded in the north sea yeah a wild dream frantic city keep my warm this fall it s been a heavy year  bathurst spadina st george and bay am i to condemn the hands of darkness now tell it to the quiet fire of my blood tell it to the eager fever of my heart who will arrange the funeral i predict a graceful expulsion i predict a graceful expulsion i predict a graceful expulsion i predict a graceful expulsion i predict a graceful expulsion i predict a graceful expulsion