even shot of sleep tonight (?)
but a bit of orphan light will
make it's home on beds of nails and nightmares
when dust clouds or the sun
a web of confusion spun by spiders crawling faster towards redemption
see them crawl, see them crawl
see them crawl
so we're walking around our houses with our eyes shut tight
and flying a kite in the yard
still unfamilir with where we are
i'm a spinning windmill, turning keys in locks tonight,
but safe inside your arms, i've seen the trees outside a window
i'm lost, i'm lost
i'm lost
and i'm lost inside
my home, in my clothes
in the roads
in my own mind
and i know
it's not a sign
i just might stop this time
this time, this time, this time
i did something wrong, i did something wrong, i did something wrong
la la la, la la la la
