Strathcona

Lyrics

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