Cold is night To a bold new light Oh you’re settled in Bloodstream medicine child Hold your reticent babe Close to your breastbone and smile You golden god of fables What could not be real Endless parallels, though you hide it well So nothing today can stay the same for me You hollow log, immeasured You genius cracked, so forever You’ve got it all You lucky dog How so smitten to lick at wounds bitten with lips Three fine fingers the look was so near to the touch (count the blessings on your table) Gone stare out into night got it wrong about time Time, time's a fickle line Lines, such capricious lies Lies, lies, lie in wayward time And in a day’s week every salt’s gone to seed A garden shed mistook for turbulent seas So blown out the 30 way today for me You hollow log You’re genius cracked You’ve got it all You lucky dog