I don’t have the right to this song
It should’ve been another man’s before
The sun rose and set in one
A sallow strain in daybreak’s hum
But to the fall I was deaf and dumb

The thread rubs when the mood sets in
Burrs attach where I can’t reach
And as I sift the takings through
Is a retraction my only due
I call the fire, you brought the wood

But I don’t mind, I’m just sitting here reporting
For some peace of mind, but this pen keeps on dripping

Bubbles bursting foreign scenes
Lay bare all the hidden things
I was swept up in a passing dream
How long till it strikes up again

Fostered fibres of a stolen morning
Under days and over oceans
Weave your tangle thread to cross
Stay our hands and stay our thoughts
We’re all made of stars until we fall short

But I don’t mind
I’m just sitting here reporting
For some peace of mind
But this pen keeps on dripping

Bubbles bursting foreign scenes
Lay bare all the hidden things
I was swept up in a passing dream
How long till it strikes up again

But I can’t feel this way for long
I’ve been turning over rocks
My skin is rough but my blood’s the same
I thought I’d defected in the fray
Lined up I can’t fire, but I know when to stay

But don’t you mind, they’re just scars come up swollen
And my peace of mind trails them over the mountains