Vienna Teng - Pontchartrain

^CSunday: ^Cdark water draining north, the ^F#heat swells and bursts ^Clike plague. ^CSunday: ^Cever-so-faint slow tambou^F#rine glides onward toward the ^Cgrave. Who drew the ^Abmaj7line? Who drew the line bet^Eween you and me? Who drew the ^Abmaj7line that ^Geveryone sees?

^CDarling, ^CLake Pontchartrain is haunted: ^F#bones without names, photographs framed ^Cin reeds. ^CDarling, ^Cwhat blood our veins are holding. The ^F#overpass frozen, fires ablaze ^Cat sea. Who drew the ^Abmaj7line? Who drew the line that ^Ecuts to the skin, buries me in? Tell me ^Abmaj7who drew the line. Darling don't close ^Gyour eyes.

^FmLie as ^Ebdarkness ^Abhard^Cmens. ^FmLie of ^Ebour re^Abunio^Cmn. O ^Dblie if ^EbGod is ^Abslee^Cmping. O ^DbI be^Eblieve you ^Fmnow.

^CDarling, ^CLake Pontchartrain will cradle ^F#me, and all you left be^Chind. ^CListen: ^Cever-so-faint slow tambour^F#ine is marching back through ^Ctime.