Album: Shadow Shows
The less and less I sing
As my skin begins to creep
For I recognize the truth
About the permanence of me And we are paper-thin
We’re tearing at the folds
You’re living if you’re warm
But I’m just feeling…
Cold, but I’m not dead
Carrying all these fears on wings of lead
Coursed between the cracks
Burn my bones to ivory black
The less and less I sing
As my mouth begins to feed
On any ease I find
But nothing that I need
The moment I am sure
I am sure to second guess
I’ll never learn to fly
If I never leave this nest
The moment I am sure
I am sure to second guess
I’m not looking for a home
I’m just looking for some rest
And like a wooden frame
With silk-screen for a hide
From my pores I recreate
The same old stupid lies
And with my teeth and with my nails
I’ll scratch off my designs
Cold, but I’m not dead
Carrying all these fears on wings of lead
Coursed between the cracks
Burn my bones to ivory black
And like a wooden frame
With silk-screen for a hide
From my pores I recreate
The same old stupid lies
And with my teeth and with my nails
I’ll scratch off my designs