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Gord Downie

Pascal's Submarine

 

Pascal's Submarine

(album: Battle Of The Nudes - 2003)


There's not a breath of air tonight
I got my windows all thrown open wide
Praying for any little breeze
To move the curtains shake the leaves
Tonight

Stumbled in to sleep's ravine
Into a dream of Pascal's Submarine
If you can remain quiet and still
You might escape life's fill
Of misery

A woman's had all she can stand
Hysterically screaming, "I'm waiting for my man"
"Madam, we're doing all we can
But can you give me your man's name again?"

Are they dead or worse, alive?
Is there something that you're trying to hide?
Russian accent, Las Vegas Cap says
"Can we talk about all that
Inside?"

With Klebanov within her grasp
There's just one more think she's dying to ask
They stuck a needle in her arm
Saying, "Don't do yourself more harm"
She collapsed

There's not a breath of air tonight
We got our windows all thrown open wide
Praying for any little breeze
For the skeletons, for the effigies
Tonight

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