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  1. Worm Dance

From the album The Black Monk

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Lyrics

Worm Dance

It’s me again
Laughing like St. Francis at the shape I’m in
Though my clothes aren’t quite so ragged nor heart so bright
I’m doing alright
And she’s so far away
That the distance all alone becomes my place to stay
As if there’s comfort in the miles
As if I’d find someplace to hide in Toronto

Where comfort is a rain of stones
I’ll bring my bruises smuggled in my coat
And spread them on the bed like a treasure
Seashells, songs and wildflowers

She writes from Winnipeg
Saying even though I’ve left still the worm remains
She feels that deep inside she’s waning
While her silver years are falling by the way
And I see it too
Dancing like a fool beneath the hollow moon
It lies restless in the Morning Glories
Singing like the sea from an empty shell
I’m singing like the sea from an empty shell
I’m singing like the sea