Pipsqueak Lyrics - Braid

fixing up the broken door 

a fresh collage of wood and oil 

once a stately iron gate 

pressure's on to renovate 

too late 

water makes the hinges swing 

water hinges everything 

i was once immovable 

eager to stay comfortable 

growing up getting tall 

trust in not a thing at all 

i was taught to never hate 

but it's too late 

i can taste it 

not a drop is wasted 

lets synchronize our watches baby 

i'm afraid of the dark 

when in pain you cry 

from the most sensitive part of your eye 

is this a come on? come on 

shake me like a bad sun 

till i'm cool