Formalists - Thomas Edison: The Great Intender Lyrics

On the way to East Québec
The ghost of my father said
Here's the keys son, take the sled
That's okay pop I'll walk instead
I fell in love once a week
From Laval to Chicoutimi
I tattooed each name on my sleeve
To prove I loved them equally

I left before they got to speak
And ask me why I've got to leave
Well love don't last indefinitely
I did it for the memories
And I'd hate to see you ever weep
And a little time will make this sweet
For ghosts don't die, they never leave
They sleep in answering machines

And you should open, just an inch
And let some of that outside in
Hold that love before it drifts
Cuz human bodies never win
Now I'm coming back from East Québec
And the ghost of my father said
I'm not in son, call again
That's okay pop, I understand