POURING

it’s snowing at the border.
i’m wearing my bulletproof vest
so i can squeeze you this tightly, you said

it's snowing on my mountains

i’m pouring an eye into the lens over my shoulder
the only weapon you need, baby

it’s snowing in my room.
paper snowflakes on the floor
from 8:30 pm, and 10:30 pm, and 11:30 pm, and 3:30 am, and 4:30 am

i’m pouring my eyes into your son, your son, your son
and he’s walking away

is this who i am?
to give all i am so as to show another who he is?
is this who you are?

the desire of the nations —