Lookout mountain, lookout sea

I unplug all the neon
Turn the ringer off the phone
Throw my thoughts like tomahawks
Into this world which I disown

Because the pillow that i dream on
Is the threshold of a kingdom
Is the threshold of a world
Where I'm with you

Its a dark and snowy secret
And it has to do with heaven
And what looks like sleep
Is really hot pursuit

I hold your picture in my mind
It makes me warm when I'm cold
It gets me up, it makes me walk
It makes me question what I'm told

Somewhere in a foggy atlas
Lookout mountain, lookout sea
First life takes time, then time takes life
Now the next move's up to me

My pillow is the Threshold. Silver Jews.
I have had this album on heavy rotation again. It well suits a bit of winter reflection and melancholy.