No time to be shallow living in the land of
Polka dots and permanent shadows
No time to be hallowed
Apparently I’m built too hollow
As they fasten wings to just about anything
But my tomorrows
One moment with a funny look
And I’m locked to forever
On the couch
The gaping hole inside settles
In the dark it fills with time
It’s always swallowing clocks
Strip it all away, the hole remains
Strip it all away, the hole remains
Filter sifting, sorely drifting