Hide in a stork's mouth Sleep 'til it's dark out All dressed up holding your receipts for the numbers that you picked You in a box full of your mistakes and a leaden crucifix
If hearts were all made like they were balls of yarn Well they've all got the strings that get tugged on your heart Some are different lengths Some would be stronger than others And some would be the colors of your mothers and fathers
Do old structures stand The same as any older man A place where something used to live But in the end just turns cold Am I a torn up, tattered, worn out piece of fabric Not suitable to stitch up a rip? Cause I'd like to be tightly braided Gold and silver bracelets The type you'd like to wear round your wrist
As we lay We start to pray As we lay We start to pray
