To mar my own smile
Is a facial incantation I'll perfect
To make like a child
Is a mental affirmation I'll project
You hear me grinding my teeth
The nightmare turbines spin me by surprise
Can't awake from my dreams
The looms inside my bedroom stitch my eyes
Getting lost in my sheets
Lately the light of day looking haunting to me
Getting lost in the streets
Maybe my right of way was the wrong day of week
A long time wasted
Until tomorrow I'll try
To shape trees into hallow canoes
'Til my face turns as blue as my eyes
A long time wasted (ooh, oh)
'Til tomorrow I'll try
To shape trees into hallow canoes
'Til my face turns as dark as my eyes
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