Working On Beyond

Hypnotize the phone

Down there I can't get up

I'm working on beyond,

a handful of understanding

Fills and overflows

Fills and overflows

The bough breaks, suspicions of the flesh

A cord of light closing, desperate in my hands

Fire doing time saw blue

Fire doing time saw blue

What can I give my chest

Trapped inside escape

In these boxes of old clothing?

It hurts when you're

scratching up their sleeves

Two or twenty on my cheek

Working on beyond

Sharpening my disguise

Living rooms get too dark,

Pinning down the rumors

Working on beyond

I can fight and sleep alone

Famous sitting in the kitchen

Famous starving in our kitchen

When can I look back?

Twelve stories down past thirty years

In a vacuum called love

Where nobody lives

In a vacuum called love

Where nobody lives

Hypnotize the phone

Down there I can't get up

I'm working on beyond,

a handful of understanding

Fills and overflows

Fills and overflows

The bough breaks, suspicions of the flesh

A cord of light closing,

desperate in my hands

I fell asleep with a gun in my hand

I fell asleep with a gun in my hand