Letra The Surgeon's House de Burning Airlines original

where did my father find this photograph?
where is the spite, the narrowed eyes?
she was so beautiful in black and white
anywhere else, would i recognize that smile

is it like mine?

was this before she died from making the best of it?
prehistory in tacked-up polaroid
proof of a life nothing survived
anger like amber, where they're fossilized
maybe i like the way it dulls the light

anaesthetized

were we ever alive?

it's so cold inside the surgeon's house tonight