Biographer Seahorse
Robert Pollard
Step on it
Wheels go rolling home
Suddenly
See no signs at all
Seagulls don't know
What they're circling
And suddenly
Feel my heroes gone
Suddenly
See no change at all
People don't know what is going on
Enter my twilight
With my crow
Shouldn't I choose my own hello?
And would I
Hear lights calling?