Voices climb the hill ahead of me
A shivering Jack and Jill
They look to be
The last two on the ark
And they're hurrying home before the flood starts
Bathing in this orange glow
As it slowly seems to lick away the dark
But somewhere out there
A monster lurks
The ghost that keeps me bound by my heartstrings
But there doesn't have to be an audience
When any mouthpiece will do
So read my idiot thoughts
And it should sort me out
The man I know I'll be
Still waiting for my turn to be
All castle quarter gentrified
Because the factory is always torn down
And franchised coffee shops built in its place
But there doesn't have to be an audience
When any mouthpiece will do
So read my idiot thoughts
And it should sort me out
The man I know I'll be
But there doesn't have to be an audience
When any mouthpiece will do
So read my idiot thoughts
And it should sort me out
The man I know I'll be
Won't sleep and he won't eat
Just bleeding on the sheets
Please don't think of me