Thinking Behind Curtains
You were running
On the sidewalk
By my mother's house
You said you were empty
I was looking for anyone at all
Who said that I'm the one
I don't have my sticks and bones
The water's too high to float home
Who said I'm going home
We close our eyes and count down
Light turns dark then lights up
Time is only wasted
Thinking behind curtains
On the sidewalk
By my mother's house
You said you were empty
I was looking for anyone at all
Who said that I'm the one
I don't have my sticks and bones
The water's too high to float home
Who said I'm going home
We close our eyes and count down
Light turns dark then lights up
Time is only wasted
Thinking behind curtains
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Writer(s): Mark Scott
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