There's a mountain north of Winnipeg Buried under ice And as the black clouds roll above White pines crack like glass Walking under those swaying trees Branches bowed with ice I wanted one to fall on me To pin me in the snow That silver forest reminded me of you And how I kissed you And I fell down to the bottom of a well Down a dirt road west of El Paso Behind a burning barn I stumbled on a horse's bone Bleaching in the sand But when I reached down to touch the skull Underneath my hand A stream of orange lizards poured out From the bone-white mouth That empty mouth reminded me of you And how I kissed you And I fell down to the bottom of a well