Strathcona

If I died tomorrow, you wouldn't forgive me
If I died tomorrow, who wouldn't forget me
If I died tomorrow, you all would remember
If I died tomorrow, you never would see me again

And pick those cherries and plums
And pick raspberries and leaves
And dance away your fucking fears
And dance away your worst last years

I see the cats on Kingsway and Kitsilano
I see the storms coming in from the garden
I see my eyes in the flowers
I see my body in the pavement

I see the green, I see the blue
I see the plants and dirty shoes
This is my heart's little home
This is whatever I can do

Strathcona, Strathcona

Mind the gap between the happening and the realization
It turns out you can still see my ribcage
I never want to live when I am anywhere else
And I take that as a sign that this life will be mine