Cold Canary Gaslight

He reads like a bible, acts just like a birdcage

Roars like an engine, dying out on burnt rage

You can blow out all the candles and fire up the limelight

She looks through him with the cold canary gaslight

Oh sister, oh now, don't you look at what I've done

Father's at the front door, dusting off the floor mat

Brittle like his thick bark and tired like his old hat

He used to wonder how a young boy travels to a grown man

Said he walked on water, he was dancing on quicksand

Oh father, oh now, don't you look at what I've done

You see me tearing up the floor boards, white sheets covered you

Fire in my eyes and water pouring through the roof

You heard I found a mine shaft, digging past midnight

I crawled into the dark with the cold canary gaslight

I tried to throw a rope down and didn't feel it pull back

Dead canary chirping now, cold blood in pitch black