She was just a grain of sand
When I held her in my hand,
Now I see her understand
The patterns on the page.
Fragile still as sugar glass.
Blink and miss the days go past.
See the ceiling overcast
And wait until the rain
City storm and all alone.
Bury as a dog a bone.
Hide it somewhere far from home,
Deep down in the dirt.
No-one knows it anyhow.
Mother Night is mother now,
As my faded fortunes do allow
And the ceiling's always leaking when the rain rolls into town.
And waking up is hard some days.
Same old cheese, same old maze.
Same old rat race to the grave.
Same old clickbait right click save delete.
Unsubscribe.
Same old drip of dopamine.
Same old equilateral scheme.
I'll die before I reach the summit,
And as for the climb I may well die from it.
Or maybe from the blood on the kingsize sheets.
Laughing 'til the tears roll down my cheeks.
Listen to the rhythm of the rain through the ceiling leaks.
There's a hole in my bucket.
There's a bucket in my soul
And it seems to be half empty
Where it used to be half full.