I see the Poundhog in your eyes
And if you’d care to be the broodmare of the winter
Leave your identity at the top of the crevasse
I know your anticipation's growing
Please send your vehicle down the river
And if you’d care to be the broodmare of the winter
Leave your identity at the top of the crevasse
The stumps have been rubbed by rumps
The music of the milk
The antagonist’s bones have worn the mist all night
Is this courtship going to happen?
It’s already done my sweet
My sweet little...
Your name is now the Poundhog's missus
You'll never have to worry about getting mail
So glad you chose to be
The broodmare of the winter
They’ll build your effigy at the top of the crevasse
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
