Tintin In Tibet

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I sing to you
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I sing to you, Geneviève
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I sing to you
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You don't exist
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I sing to you though

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When I address you, who am I talking
 to?
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Standing in the front yard like an 
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open wound
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Repeating "I love you", to who?
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I recorded all these songs about 
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the echoes in our house now
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And walked out the door to play 
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them on a stage

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But I sing to you
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I picture you, when we first met, 
you were 22
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And I drove my truck onto the ferry 
to Victoria in the morning
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Where we met and talked forever in 
your apartment with evening falling
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So I brought my blankets in and 
slept on the floor right next to 
your bed
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In the morning, barely awake, I saw 
you standing right above me
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Peeling an orange and looking 
hungry, "Do you want some?" you 
asked me
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And then just avalanched into me 
with pieces of orange
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And weight and kissing and certainty

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I remember you a few days later in 
Tofino
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Where we'd driven to play a show 
you'd set up for us at a surf shop 
to no one
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Then we slept in the back of my 
truck and got woken up by the cops
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And so went down to the fishing boat
 docks to ask whoever for a ride
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Across the water to Meares Island to
 just get left there for the day
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And we did, and brought some food to
 eat and went through the big trees
               Em
Abandoned and in love, totally 
insane, apart from the rest of the 
world
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We had finally found each other in 
the universe
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Lying on the rocks, waiting for the 
boat to come pick us up
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I read the one book we had with us 
aloud
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With my head on your lap, sinking 
into you, Tintin in Tibet in French
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And we thought of devotion and snow
 and distant longing in the 
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Himalayan air
High and cold, with a bell ringing 
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out

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Then right before you died, thirteen
 years later in our house
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I remember through your gasping for
 oxygen, you explained that you were
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 thinking about that high, cold air
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Wrapping the globe, singing above 
the mountains of the gods

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And I do picture you there, 
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molecules dancing
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But I'd rather you were in the 
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house watching the unfolding 
everyday life of this good daughter 
we made
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Instead of being scattered by the
Gsus
 wind for no reason
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So I sing to you