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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