Quejío Anatolio

 

In the Court of the Grizzly Bear

I’m gonna take a stab at this
Surely we’ll be alright
Make a decision with a kiss
Maybe I have frostbite
And when I shuffled on back home
I made sure all my tracks in the snow were gone
Tissue and bone it was a tryst
This isn’t a gunfight
Checking it off of my list
Unable to write
Five years, countless months and a loan

Hope I’m ready, able to make my own, good home

They go we go, I want you to know, what I did I did,
They go we go, I want you to know, what I did I did.