people speak a lot but rarely say anything
let them ooze sandpaper words that
shoot from their mouths, the one colour
words that that swarm in the ears and
wind round the throat
and when all that steam seeps out
through the holes in your skin and
the words that you wrote
fall off the page
look out to the wind in the trees and say
"I'm closer to that than to them any day."
shoot from their mouths, the one colour
words that that swarm in the ears and
wind round the throat
and when all that steam seeps out
through the holes in your skin and
the words that you wrote
fall off the page
look out to the wind in the trees and say
"I'm closer to that than to them any day."