it's all tired in eyes
i seem to feel your brains
crawling in my hands
your face is like a child
wandering inside me
tickling all my deepest thoughts
elevation
elevation
it's all the dying dreams that come
when you're not here
one day i will win
and you will drift away
but faces stick like honey
but old days are coming back
when whips knew how to crack
and death knew where to step
elevation
elevation
it's all i need somedays
when i'm all used up
so read to me from
your storybook
i will wait down by the pier
until your face is here
