I don’t know when this night will end
If i open the door
To the back of my sunken mind
Then in will come a flood
When it all becomes too much
I sweat the crises
And the times you are afraid
In a room full of clocks
If i’m blowing myself away
Get through the bad times
Two birds on a wall
Your nose just g r o w s
I need just another drop
It is metal and it is cold
I wait upon the rocks
I’m waiting on the tide
Through the bad times
If i’m blowing myself away
Under hot fluorescent lights
Two birds on a wall
Your nose just grows and g r o w s
One day i’ll grow up tall
And all will be reveal…
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