Thanksgiving - Mount Eerie

I give thanks again that long nights, though they’re lonely

They’re lit by stars, that end with suns that climb

And the moon will back me up on this, just look up

«But the moon won’t take you out to wine and dine»

Oh I know, but there her hand is on my shoulder

«But every evening, we still hear you whine and whine!»

I know, I know but, like a sibling, I neglect her

But we have no choice, I’m hers and she is mine

And she is yours, and you are hers, and we’re each other’s

«Oh shut up Phil, you’re just shouting empty rhymes!»

I know

The world’s alone

This light’s on loan until we have grown

Old enough to pay it back with our gruesome rotting

And our lives, they’re just long saggings of the spine

So here I sit, hunched over my candle in the black night

«Thanksgiving», here I hug my sorrow tight