Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus

Lyrics

I don’t come home in daylight anymore
but slip in while everyone is sleeping and steal
a few bananas. When I have done this I’ve
found the kitchen light left blazing, and all
the streets snowed under.

There’s something alive and very small
clinging absently to the wall.
It’s lived an age beyond its season,
too old to move, to drunk to reason.
Pour yourself another drink,
climb up there astride the sink,
hold the fixture, take a knife,
scrape the dead bugs from the light.

Any more the snow forecloses.

Personnel

DW – vocals, flute, bongos, shakers
EP – baritone violin
KM – bassoon
JH – acoustic bass
JG – vibraphone, marimba, bass drum, floor toms, udu drum, shakers, etc.
Bobby Akash – log drum
Josh Packard – cello