Statues
Who put this storm in your soul?
& who put that storm on your face
Or is it the noise of irony & boredom
Fighting it out for first place
Making black hole from mole hill
Well hey now, what did you expect?
When you're spending it all on construction
Construction of a wreck
Construction of a wreck
But precious one
Hanging by a thread until you've come undone
& you've come undone
Linger but tomorrow won't come soon enough
Give us all of your nonsense
Something to light up our lives
Don't make all your descisions
We will not turn out that light
But precious one
Hanging by a thread
You're mind's made up
You've come undone
Linger but the answers won't come soon enough
Street lights here we buzz around
We wait for an inch to pass
But still lies the storm these statues call home
But now we can crumble at last
& now I can crumble at last
Who put that storm in your soul
Like statues
Who put that storm in your soul
Like statues
