Now That I’m Back Songtext
von Frances Quinlan

Woman woke up early
Heard a scraping
Near her brain
Imagine when the doc took out the roach
How much she must have changed

Afterwards
It dawned on me
I heard noise from every corner
And one night, ate
Raid-seasoned spaghetti

Look up,
The metal sign
Clangs in the wind from a wire
Talk small, if at all
My news is blind
And on fire


Only me and big trucks
Lost, driving from upstate alone
I came in she had on
That white uniform
I had my first coffee with her
That morning at home

Victory,
Gold plated over
Violence
No presence save for
Memories spiraled and bent
In your bedroom
Voltaire's severed head
Stared me back to bed
You've done your best
All the way to the end

Balloons in a foreign park
Shadows of the dance class merge
And come apart
Cough in the mirror, I'd forgotten to call
Now that I'm back
We should try again to talk