i watch the objects form in cloudy skies 
a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes 
so i pound a shot down 
punch 
my arm, set up a new round 
till me, myself and i cant concentrate 
 
the clouds conspire to show me what i miss 
her hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss 
 
the wind blows 
drags her nose 
through her forehead like a horn grows 
the omen 
clear but years too late 
nova scotia's so damn cold yeah 
and i moved here to give her space 
 
drinking stoli to kill my 
memory 
theres not enough to lose her face 
 
she poisoned our hometown 
so i moved a half a world away 
where frozen 
winter chokes the color 
leaving black and white and gray