the knock on the door
brings wonders, trouble and much more...
if ever you knew this had become your war, the moment the floor shook, you wanted no more
theres newly painted woodchips with shadows in their core, im the chair you step on to fix your dimming light..
the bulb needed changin'... wasn't for much you found your way through emptiness, tossing coins and singing what you didn't have
lendin our loose limbs to the blue pursuit of the aquatic electric kite
we didn't have limbs to spare for the red counterpart, the harsh and dangerous lizard... he's taken enough
we gotta gotan project soaring past our gals, i'd give em a line or three if he'd just polish your face...
the mountain range gets colder while i hold her under my fire
-half of this creation, i owe to chris auth
