behind the airport mirror - The Low Anthem

Behind the airport mirror

Masturbating border guards

With their automats and their aphrodisiacs

And their Nobel Peace Prizes for only doing their job

Commended by our favorite and least favorite presidents

I don’t know when I’ll see you

When or where they’ll let me go

I can’t say if I’ll be allowed

To sit down on the cold steel table

And so I’ll stand for hours in the airport

Behind the airport mirror

Masturbating border guards

With their automats and their aphrodisiacs

How we fell completely in the parks of Montreal

I can hear the smoke machine every time the agent comes or goes