My mouth is dry
My feet move quick
It's one forty-five
And Alice is trying to shatter the glass
I walk past the trashcans
I walk past the brooms
And I see the face of a young boy
Who just wants to go home
And the tension grows free
Like rain flooding a lake
And it spreads like a wild rose
That is blooming mistakes
It's easy to love when you're loved but
I just wonder what she feels
Stranded out in the dark
Soon to be mom, no training wheels
It's an action of grief
Like a wandering hound
We all linger a while
In the burial ground
It's all trust and deceit
It's a rumbling crowd
We all linger a while
In the burial ground
It's an action of grief
Like a wandering hound
We all linger a while
In the burial ground
