There’s a painting of a ship with sailors made of string Christmas lights hang down from the sky I promise and I plead to our computer screen To do my best from August to July There’s a painting of a bridge back from where I used to live Everything’s gonna ride? What my brother could have been? That’s why I’ve been wandering From hawthorne to hennepin To brooklyn and back again There’s a painting of priest underneath the tree? Christmas lights hang down from the sky The paper dolls they pray to a watercolor stain To keep us safe from August to July August to July August to July August to July tonight