sometimes when the room gets cold
there's a newborn growing in the mold
i remember that's the price i paid
and for every speck of dust i ate
hear a baby cry out "mommy please"
when his mom would always burn her knees
and there was christ to spread across the room
he would smile at all the things they'd do and they went wild
bony fingers, hold them softly, let them linger on in moody light
my best friend then was made of glass
he was eight years old and hunched his back
now he sleeps where all the good girls meet
they would clean up good and talk for weeks
and the spider webs turned into woods
ever since the kids were trapped in good
but their father wanted to run away
he would joke and yell and laugh all day and he was wild
bony fingers, hold them softly, let them linger on in moody light
someone's got a lot of nerve
to come all this way and not stay for dinner
i can feel the rust inside my head
i could never be the boy you bred
twenty years have come so fast
i will make this stay but will it last
i am only having attic dreams
i'll come down as soon as i stop feeling wild
bony fingers, hold them softly, let them linger on in moody light
save my brothers, tell my sister, "leave while you can, i'll be alright"
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