And Then I Found Myself in the Taiga
Say what you will over the taiga, the last I knew I remember there
as earth to October snow
Say it out loud, if you whisper, the air whispers back in anecdotes
and remember suffering in alphabets
But remember, the frost on the door is yours
And how I thought I'd make amends before I doubled back again
somehow I'd wake and understand, the continent somehow should be explored, you know, even the frost on the door, it is yours.