How Strange It Is - Placeless

A golden and glowing spirit of self
Won't look in the mirror back
If time isn't talking you do the work
Drive to Nehalem move onto something else

Sets quite a stage for an echo
One foot in the door already dying to leave

Terror forming ants are marching
Onto the cutting board
A wake of desolation drawn in lines on the porch
Crawls in through the window

It can't hurt if you felt like crying in the first place
One foot in the ground already dying

He's strung out and blushing
Feeling afraid
I think you already know
A finger is crushing
A piece of the heart
Where warmth and silence form a bond then dig a hole

I think I'm in love
But I don't know with what
But I don't know with what
But I don't know with what
But I don't know with what
But I don't know with what
But I don't know with what
But I don't know with what

Written by:
Jordan Krinsky

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