Candle
Puddles of deserted ideas pooling
Clicking camels crying on a wood floor
Moisture teasing sinkholes pulling upward
Kill switch in here hiding but it's hard to
See from the car
At a certain speed
Where you are
Crying places smiling all over the walls are drying faster than they were
Before tomorrow fell on top of you and what you spent all morning trying not to
See from the car
At a certain speed
Where you are
Spider living in the oven
Tries to fill its empty stomach
Hums a tune to calm himself
A web will come in time
No one wants a fickle present
Hands unfolding waning crescent
Giving and ungiving every time
Not sure if you'll ever be completely whole without a hand held through the mirror
Turning, turning camel laughing at your
Candle burning from both ends won't help you
See from the car
At a certain speed
Where you are
Spider living in the oven
Tries to fill its empty stomach
Hums a tune to calm himself
A web will come in time
No one wants a fickle present
Hands unfolding, waning crescent
Giving and ungiving every time
Spider living in the oven
Tries to fill its empty stomach
Hums a tune to calm itself
A web will come in time
No one likes a fickle present
Hands unfolding, waning crescent
Giving and ungiving every time
Clicking camels crying on a wood floor
Moisture teasing sinkholes pulling upward
Kill switch in here hiding but it's hard to
See from the car
At a certain speed
Where you are
Crying places smiling all over the walls are drying faster than they were
Before tomorrow fell on top of you and what you spent all morning trying not to
See from the car
At a certain speed
Where you are
Spider living in the oven
Tries to fill its empty stomach
Hums a tune to calm himself
A web will come in time
No one wants a fickle present
Hands unfolding waning crescent
Giving and ungiving every time
Not sure if you'll ever be completely whole without a hand held through the mirror
Turning, turning camel laughing at your
Candle burning from both ends won't help you
See from the car
At a certain speed
Where you are
Spider living in the oven
Tries to fill its empty stomach
Hums a tune to calm himself
A web will come in time
No one wants a fickle present
Hands unfolding, waning crescent
Giving and ungiving every time
Spider living in the oven
Tries to fill its empty stomach
Hums a tune to calm itself
A web will come in time
No one likes a fickle present
Hands unfolding, waning crescent
Giving and ungiving every time
Credits
Writer(s): Dan Lynch
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