Testo Manitoba Paula Cole

Manitoba

Falling North, of the Arctic Circle inside of you
The bleakness, the cold eye of ice in you
Tundra-heart, you banish all memories, all feeling
You’re a distant cold-shoulder, I’m reeling

Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

Therapy, that big trigger-word that changes you
And touches the bulls-eye of rage in you
What’s your fear?
Remembering the abandoned little child
Retreating in books while your father’s wild

Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba
Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

Right by your side, naked and wide
I feel my insides, start to come up inside my mouth
It’s what I give, into this sieve
It’s worse than lonely
It’s hot tar on my innocence

We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba
We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba
We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba
It’s what I give, into this sieve, it’s worse than lonely
It’s hot tar on my innocence
Right by your side, naked and wide
It’s worse than lonely, it’s hot tar on my innocence