Did the road you travelled bring you where you thought that it would? Did believing ever bring you any peace, any good? Believing never brought me anything except other problems Running from the law and from the lord, like a soul deserter In a dream I heard them dying Dying seals under the ice I was mic'ing up their voices Making beats from the cries Rhythms of the signal's path and the soul's immersion Drowning in the fullness of his love and the latest version I want to be more disappearing To be in, and not of, this world I want to flutter like a bed sheet Fall asleep with my girl Out of synch and out of tune At the wrongest angles Easy come and easy go, like Bolano's angels