Lyrics
Stuck in between two lives I am the string to play cats cradle
check the messages a thousand times,
but no one's getting better
swimming in smoke and see-through whiskey jars
I fix my needle, stitch me a beginning or an end
to bust out from this middle
from the ground up, from the sky down
everything's always in the air
everyone has their own special way of getting out of here
is it open, is it closed?
If it's a door, I can't decide -
can't see anything no more, too many years are in my eye
look out, I plucked a holy roman flower from my mattress
look out, I'm spilling something,
something's slipping through my fingertips
today is waiting for tomorrow.
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