Not To Call The Police

In the summer it's all bad
But in the winter it's okay
I gave up where the water pulls the walls and the cold and the sun are one, and you know
I wasn't afraid, no I wasn't afraid

There is hard rain where I'm walking
And it's okay, this is not USA
There is no shame when we're talking
And it's okay

I can't understand anything you say, hell, I can't even pronounce your name
But your words beg questions of me just the same
Will there be a cross on the side of the road where we die?
Will there be a cloud in the Gronegen sky, will a smile decay over time?

There is hard rain where I'm walking
And it's okay, This is not USA
There is no shame when we're talking
And it's okay

There is hard rain where I'm walking
And it's okay, This is not USA
There is no shame when we're talking
And it's okay

There is water
As the ships come in
On the TV and the phone
Is used for murder
And not to call the police
On the TV in my home
Where I can see my breath
In the winter time
In the kitchen
Where I can see my breath