There's blots and stains and bulbs tonight
Caught in a throat that can't swallow it
Turn away and find old friends
Friends you left behind
Now they burn away these nights with you
Forget for an evening what you can't avoid during the day

You look to find, distract your mind
Ready to dive down into
A maelstrom to help build a new you
Fight exhaustion, fear is physical
Drift on whisps of smoke
Don't give up, you give up the hope
To cope you fold your wings again
Of paper mache, they can burn again

The letters swarm like birds of prey
It burns inside but comes out
As cold, stiff, dead lumps of ice
In the morning it died
Come noon it comes again, alive
Stuck inside