Sunday: Dark water draining north The heat swells and bursts like plague Sunday: Ever-so-faint slow tambourine Glides onward toward the grave Who drew the line? Who drew the line Between you and me? Who drew the line That everyone sees? Darling, Lake Pontchartrain is haunted: Bones without names Photographs framed in reeds Darling, What blood our veins are holding. The overpass frozen Fires ablaze at sea Who drew the line? Who drew the line That cuts to the skin, buries me in? Tell me, who drew the line Darling don't close your eyes (Lie as darkness hardens Lie of our reunion O lie if God is sleeping O I believe you now) Darling, Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me And all you left behind Listen: Ever-so-faint slow tambourine Is marching back through time