Chris Bathgate - Serpentine lyrics

A long stone and my day's all serpentine The tired tarnish in my chest rests sense of SARS And one dull dawn where they hum that splits its length Does my name sting your tongue? Now does it beg? Your thin frame has set my eyes to fray On our dim stretch of this street, how it aches For every grey and sad and taut to coil And our frail eyes and there watch to finally talk One brash phrase cut crush these fragile days My thoughts swirl in some shrill sad cannonade And one such spur that caused my throat to creak The one dull dawn that I've since sensed to repeat