Tintin In Tibet Lyrics - Mount Eerie

I sing to you 

I sing to you, Geneviève 

I sing to you 

You don't exist 

I sing to you though 

When I address you, who am I talking to? 

Standing in the front yard like an open wound 

Repeating "I love you", to who? 

I recorded all these songs about the weird echoes in our house now 

And then I walked out the door to play them on a stage 

But I sing to you 

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I picture you 

When we first met, you were 22 

And I drove my truck onto the ferry to Victoria in the morning 

Where we met and talked forever in your apartment with evening falling 

So I brought my blankets in 

And slept on the floor right next to your bed 

In the morning, barely awake, I saw you standing right above me 

Peeling an orange and looking hungry 

"Do you want some," you asked me 

And then just avalanched into me with pieces of orange 

And weight and kissing and certainty 

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I remember you a few days later in Tofino 

Where we'd driven to play a show you'd 

set up for us at a surf shop to no one 

Then we slept in the back of my truck and got woken up by the cops 

Then went down to the fishing boat dock to ask whoever for a ride 

Across the water to Meares Island to just get left there for the day 

And we did that and brought some food 

to eat and went through the big trees 

Abandoned and in love, 

totally insane, apart from the rest of the world 

We had finally found each other in the universe 

Lying on the rocks, waiting for the boat to come pick us up 

I read the one book we had with us aloud 

With my head on your lap, sinking into you 

Tintin in Tibet in French 

And we thought of devotion and snow 

and distant longing in the Himalayan air 

High and cold, with a bell ringing out 

Then right before you died, thirteen years later in our house 

I remember through your gasping for oxygen 

You explained that you'd been thinking about that high, cold air 

Wrapping the globe, singing above the mountains of the gods 

And yes I do picture you there, molecules dancing 

But still I'd rather you were in the house watching 

The unfolding everyday life of this good daughter we made 

Instead of being scattered by the wind for no reason 

So I sing to you