LITTLE TRAGEDIES
Written December 2003
I wrote this song the day after the first really bad storm of the winter. As I wrote, snow was melting rapidly, leaving a fair amount of water in the streets, and thus making it difficult to get around... which is why I stayed inside and wrote this song. At the time, Carrie was mad at me about something, though I can't quite recall what (suffice to say, I probably deserved it). And, as she lay in bed steaming, I put these words to paper as an apology.

This home feels like a foreign country
I'm a stranger to myself
The windows ripe with the morning frost
And the remnants of last night's hell
When winter crept into our town
And caught us by surprise
The waters rose into the streets
Like it was trying to reach the sky

These emotions, like these blankets, spread so thin
I'm digging myself out so I can dive back in
There I go again...

(Chorus 1)
(And I feel...) I feel it in my heart, your love is free
(And I feel...) Then I feel it break apart inside of me
(And I feel...) I drift a little further out to sea
(And I feel...) Until every breath is a little tragedy

Though my skin is blue, I'm still breathing on the inside
I'm waiting for your breath to make me feel, I need to feel alive

This devotion, like my anchor, came up short
I'm calling you out, my saviour, my life support
May your breath be pure...

Another wave hides me in its swell
Yet somehow takes me back to where I fell
And through my struggles, though I'm bruised and torn
Somehow the fury of it keeps me warm

(Chorus 2)
(And I feel...) I feel it in my heart, you're all I need
(And I feel...) And I feel a rush of life inside of me
(And I feel...) I drift a little closer to sanity
(And I heal...) So I take a breath, and wait for the winter breeze...