What shines when the eyes are dull. What folds in when the hinge is gone. The moth is dead without the dust. I'm dead without a fuss. . All I know is you.
A glass. A view. A mirror. Which one. Distracts. Like open windows. In the gusts. . A calm day will come. A calm day will come. . This dream is. This dream is.
Call in the social. Call in the mediation. How else can a shadow. Behind her not follow. . Call on the lonely. A plea for you to befriend her. Makes only you feel better.
Yawn, yawn to the detached now. See them screaming underneath. Fill your baskets up with dead fruit. Watch the poison trickle free. . Always something in the way now.
It's slow here without the wind down town. The push has gone that hounds my side. It's quiet too. Bless me this shrine that the moments that you treasure aren't set aside.
Wind yourself, wind yourself tightly to me. Drag yourself, nostalgia we're ready to leave. We'll ride this, we'll ride this easily. We'll ride this, we'll ride this surely.
A bridge splits November's sky. I'm in two halves inside. This is the past right here. I choose to leave it here. The cliffs loom to scrape you thin. The bowl churns to overspill.
Sellotape an end to. Sellotape an end to. Sellotape an end to. Sellotape an end to. . Sitting pretty, uptightly. the knots, keep you at my side, upstairs in corners.
Pull out the same. And I'm sitting out of this one. The bloated pet, wringing out his own tongue. Stealing tracks that we would have followed out of here.
All the things you like. Guided by their charms. Behind them safely store. Wrap your greedy arms around them all. . Sail don't try to steer just sail.
See the medal ? reverse. This hope is not lost. It's mischief to turn. Your ship to send off. . ? and gowns. We'll ransack this town. I'd rescue here and now.
Here we are bending feet. In the dark before dreamless sleep. Cloaks that spot, that shiver, that breeze. Throws you in the dark. . Happiness, it won't last long.