Billy Corgan - Blinking With Fists (and other caterpillar tales) lyrics

Gentle waves rise just off the fingertips All I breathe is mine By name alone Shape-shifter questions To strip skin off slow Devoid of s** I mix up unions in the offering The hushed-up voices are here But they are sated full Waiting for the stumble That must surely come "this time," he declares loudly (annonymous town square) "this time there will be no stumble" and the crowd, on cue, errupts wildly in unison, "hooray" while I sleep they come in pairs to pat my head and teach old verse I try to tell them my life is redundant By placing my finger to my temple to show knowing With bruises at the ready I am Blinking with fists The chorus lines up to sing A deep breath, ready to begin A crying baby breaks the silence Awkward laughter ensues, on cue "divine order," says someone falling down chimneys, thru veins, out limbs into masterpieces drawn in dirt the figures are portrayed in a stunning act of repose their bindings on their wrists they are still blinking