Lyrics

Falling down your stairs again Found a new way out Piled up in your head again Your favorite secret doubts, your favorite secret doubts Falling down your stairs again Falling from yourself Faces falling folded, firm because You cannot face yourself, you just can't face yourself Cold dark, water underneath the bridge Waiting for the snow Waiting for the whisper of that little voice That lets the heaven know, when it's time to go Ask about the [?] Stop to drink your tea Tell me how the [?] and Telecasters How all the stupid swirling printed paper's obsolete The thing about the time that I would spend here Is how you lose the in-betweens But worst is how I still have all your worries The rest is to be blank, the rest is to be framed [?] Quiet in a [?] That listens for the little voice that comes and goes looking And tells them when to wait, and when it's time to leave