The Smell of Ink - Devics

I look up high to light in my eyes

But it’s not really there

Is there no flattering light for this girl

No sun that might lift her

No stars that might kiss her

Swimming through small spaces

And breathing under water

The nights i push play and sing myself to sleep

I mother myself and i’m comforted

In the thought that i am

I smell the ink on this paper and that too is comforting

A slave to music, a slave to sorrow, a slave to love

Biking through dirty water and i’m looking for that street

He appears, he’s sorry, now he wants me

I ride through it all: water, people, love, night, day

And that was a good dream

Such a sad girl, screaming in your face

But you can’t hear, you’re selfish

And you think she’s trying to please you

A feeling is a mark, but waiting lasts forever

Thinking of reasons why

Oh the dream is better than the real thing

When the words just won’t come

You’re framed in lead

You’ve been hit hard

And you climb into bed

Go inside, into the halls, past all the walls

Where nothing falls

It’s safe where you’re small

Safe where your small

Safe when you’re small