drop yr matches, and strike up a tune
prop a window against the door
time is shallow with crimson hue
open yr wound, and let it flow
we'll sing together in blind amplitude
here where only doomed flowers grow
anger simmers inside your blues
look to the ceiling for a sense of time
and it's gone
momma can't make the water turn back to blue, oh no
as daylight dies, watch the ocean play it's mirror on the moon
i liked it better when days weren't cruel
tired bones sleeping on the floor
something humming in the other room
used my periscope beneath the door
found some footprints and got no clue
secrets stitching in my head once more
your violent strumming becomes my muse
to pick a piece up, take us down
to backlight song
lies disguise in a rather restless truth, although
a friend of mine can see inside, put the captures on you