Speak soon
I need some headroom for my mental
In a big room, and a gold spoon on the mantle
Hear the night, bring the terror through the voices muffled into my sheets
While the earthlings are retreating from the right thing (to do)
Talk soon
I need a space that I can feel
Feel real (cool)
And a big spoon for my cereal
Cold and alone you got nowhere to go, except your head but it hurts a lot (and it never stops)
Feeling the weight of the world on my shoulder, so it goes
And it hurts a lot, and it doesn’t stop
Lay low, I need a halo on my exit
With a bright glow, and a gold spoon for my family
When the night rains the terror
In the fighting muted under my sheets
While the earth is, in regression from the heart strings
Cold and alone you got nowhere to go, except your head but it hurts a lot (and it never stops)
Building a wall that sequesters my home, and so it goes
And it hurts a lot, and it doesn’t stop
