A Little Boy Lost - Rear Window lyrics

rate me

I’m leaving soon

To the edge of this room

To the steam of my years

To the depth of those fears

I’m stealing the weakness

Of the children who stare

The moment I leave

I’ll do it aware

Aware of the shoes I used to bruise

Refused – confused

Thank you pages

For the sounds I’ve been given

I’ll take them with me

Hang them all on my ceiling.

The rear window – My rear window –

That which moves me – And makes me swallow.

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