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
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