Them's Fightin' Words

stage set

curtain

song queued

expectaion

spotlight

act one

applause/bow

reapeat steps

can't you see right now my hands are bleeding

blisters broken dripping from the ceiling

I don't want to be here now

I've fallen apart and I can't pick up the pieces

I cry in the dark and cup my ears to seashells

to hear the solitude it brings

so many faces - so many voices - so many reaaons

to give this up and this goes on and on

can't you hear right now my ears are ringing?

my head held in my hands to stop the spinning

it stops only to start again

my home has long since een replaced

with a world this window pane

have I finally gone too far to come home?

this world might wait for me tonight, but she won't

now only time will tell if these wax-wings will melt

only moments to spare

we fall asleep with the color of the sunrise

we count the years on circles under our eyes

we dream in shaeds of blue and gray

we speak in tongues of metaphors and stories

we bleed the ink of subtle allegory

we are the needle in the hay