Lyrics

No one knows how this man stands with the world
Yet stands entirely alone
Driftwood
See the many faces you could be
In the ripples that sneer so mockingly
For the mockingbird never says anything original
Not really

Everything you’ve known is a ripped-apart chapter
A story overdone
Over-read
Binded in a book of dread
Say how autumnal the streets look now

Just to bury the thing you can’t think about
The fact that your father has-

Cast a circular cloud in the cerulean sky
Say how I love this world
How the leaves fall and die
Odds on this girl skinny dips in 5 degrees
Cigarettes and hot chocolate, smoke stains the breeze
Care to dance
Care to take the edge off with a pint
And take the tube back alone
Thinking about the dread you swore not to think about
A binded book of bones
Reading the thoughts you can’t speak aloud
Lost my line, can’t read the words anymore
Guess I never thought of you as dying before