i watch the objects form in cloudy skies  a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes  so i pound a shot down  punch  my arm, set up a new round  till me, myself and i cant concentrate    the clouds conspire to show me what i miss  her hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss    the wind blows  drags her nose  through her forehead like a horn grows  the omen  clear but years too late  nova scotia's so damn cold yeah  and i moved here to give her space    drinking stoli to kill my  memory  theres not enough to lose her face    she poisoned our hometown  so i moved a half a world away  where frozen  winter chokes the color  leaving black and white and gray