In the Woods - Generally More Worried Than Married lyrics

rate me

What is addiction with absence of drug

What is grey without the presence of white

Days remain hollow with absence of night

When I fell into my absence and knew

Not what to do

I made a can of coffee - smoked a

Cigarette or two This is like a

Hunger - This day is lake a feast

A last supper to materialize the

Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet

She lives in the attic

- A floor in between

My room and the comets -

Of chaos and dreams

I'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell

Of morning - where the sound of her

Footsteps can comfort and cure

It takes quite a while to get things

In perspective A bleak, coloured tile

Upon the wall - so pale and objective

But how would I gain from this knowledge

When I know not where to go