Scurry

Something's in the hall
Between us and it all
Trouble doesn't come when we want it to
There's panic in the breeze
We scurry like the fleas
We're trying not to die in the windowsill

Bleeding through the fight
Digging through the night
Struggle to find it, and cling to the light

If there's a secret to keep
From the herd, from the sheep
From the man in the sky, I won't blow it
Your heaviest fears
They can sit 'tween my ears
And though mine are the same, I won't show it

They will try, they will pry
With suspicion in eye
But the root of the tree, they won't grow it
So trust that your worry
Won't sit 'fore the jury
And all the bullshit, we'll forgo it



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Kuban
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