Memory comes when memory's old

I am never the first to know

Following this stream up north

Where do people like us float?

There is room in my lap

For bruises, asses, handclaps

I will never disappear

For forever, i'll be here

Whispering
Morning keep the streets empty for me
Morning keep the streets empty for me
I laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think about to change myself