Braid - Pipsqueak lyrics

rate me

fixing up the broken door

a fresh collage of wood and oil

once a stately iron gate

pressure's on to renovate

too late

water makes the hinges swing

water hinges everything

i was once immovable

eager to stay comfortable

growing up getting tall

trust in not a thing at all

i was taught to never hate

but it's too late

i can taste it

not a drop is wasted

lets synchronize our watches baby

i'm afraid of the dark

when in pain you cry

from the most sensitive part of your eye

is this a come on? come on

shake me like a bad sun

till i'm cool