Clumsy Girl Upon The Stairs

My eyes, burning, tear through treetops
And tied up to my right
Is Mac, and she looks good tonight
In dreams she gathers shells and leaves

My hands, trembling, tear through clothes
And messed up on my left
The Candace no one knows

I've got embers in my jacket
I can't dig it
Winter's coming
No one running
Sunny's humming, uh huh
To the tune of deafened angels

Lay your clothes out, comb your hair
Clumsy girl upon the stairs

You will lie to me in time

I've got embers in my jacket
I can't dig it
Winter's coming
No one running
Sunny's humming, uh huh
To the tune of deafened angels



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Purkeypile
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