my feet are shuffling the clouds roll in, the wind at my neck but every day's a thunderstorm i'm always walking back these days my knees are quivering the cliff's edge calls me the lightning hits my chest but the shock is so routine for me these days
you make my bed, i'll make your day i'll write down every word you say and stuff it in a record sleeve and make sure no one ever, ever finds it
can you save me now? someone, somehow right on, right now