Tablecloth cocoon, sunburst or reflection
Time that watch was changed, the hands point into deception
To deception, to deflection
To deception of what you believe
Precious stone cannot be seized
I don’t think you know just how I feel
Just how I feel
Suffocating, grey frame
Old pins, new pain
Bifocal mind game
What is it with you, you make me so confused
Interrogated, mentally abused, cut in neat, bitter
Sweet inside your safety noose
They’re just flesh wounds from misuse
I don’t think you know which hand to chew
Which hand to chew
Suffocating, grey frame
Old pins, new pain
Bifocal mind
What do you believe?
Memory?
What do you think you’re gonna do when everything around you starts to crumble?
What do you think you’re gonna do when everything around you starts to fall?
Minor decorations slip to beat your feathered swim
Hand or bush in fairness your positions growing thin
Stood above the ocean, a foot on either side
I think you’re gonna stumble, if you don’t move with the tide
If you don’t move with the tide
I think you’re gonna stumble, I think you’re gonna fall
If you can’t show commitment, don’t show anything at all.
I don’t think you know whose bluff to call
Whose bluff to call
Suffocating, grey frame
Old pins, new pain
Bifocal mind
