Do you think you're making your own magic when you kill someone elses? It takes a million years to make that hill smooth as a bell It's hard to find the source of such a dull pain And so the sighs turn long You're quiet as a bone It might take four days for them to find me, my dog would lick my face I hate the thought of people at my funeral with yearbook clichés I've spent a long, long time in my navigating head I know the careful mind is such a mountain
Pick apart every hour of every day you wanna see Your life's in there Pick apart every hour of every day you wanna see Your life's in there
Do you find you're spending your time locked inside a panic room you made Every mislaid waking hour and ratty braid curled up and so afraid You never lost a thing, only found some others I know the sighs get long You're quiet as a bone
Pick apart every hour of every day you wanna see Your life's in there Pick apart every hour of every day you wanna see Your life's in there Pick apart every second of every minute of every hour of every day Your life’s in there
