Album: There but for the Grace of God: A Short History of the Willard Grant Conspiracy
I'm sliding underneath
The door again
You get so sticky
When you're waking up
I'm sliding underneath your skin again
I get so tired
I can't wake up
You're dancing out on the ledge again
100 feet above the bed it seems
And when I feel
Like I'm joining in
I get so scared
I get so scared
Chorus x 2
I'm a particle in motion
I'm a box of broken strings
I'm feeling well oiled
But I don't know anything
I don't know anything