Sitting in this bedroom, i'm losing headroom
Peelin' off the labels and gluing em' back on the table
The pupils have gone away today, to bed
To who knows where
Cut gla** shines bronze today
Making maps out of habits and all my dreams have turned to static
Spinning in my cocoon, i'm waiting on the full moon
Like a wolf in the corner thinning with hunger
Like a secret on the tongue
I'm dying for a listener
Holden, cramped to tears
Hidden in a box
A mossy green carpet to swallow dripping thoughts
There's so many, so, so many ways in which to feel the sun
There's so many, so, so many ways in which to feel the sun
Autumned forth forced and nervous, a single line to fall
An acrobat's burning stomach, turning burning holes in the air
(and i know what it's like to have needles and knots)
After sunlight late night flashing white smell of smoke
We'll knit our bones...
They'll craft a slumber party of strangers
Serving loss from a campy urn
Oh they'd be stewed, the marching band is furious
To taste the sweat of our meat
And with sir han at daybreak, a light amidst some rain
Since you've been gone
My mind is dirtless
My dreams are fruitless
My bed is loveless
There is so many, so, so many ways in which to feel the sun
There is so many, so, so many ways in which to feel the sun