Haystack - Fire on Fire

Sitting in this bedroom, i’m losing headroom

Peelin' off the labels and gluing em' back on the table

The pupils have gone away today, to bed

To who knows where

Cut glass shines bronze today

Making maps out of habits and all my dreams have turned to static

Spinning in my cocoon, i’m waiting on the full moon

Like a wolf in the corner thinning with hunger

Like a secret on the tongue

I’m dying for a listener

Holden, cramped to tears

Hidden in a box

A mossy green carpet to swallow dripping thoughts

There’s so many, so, so many ways in which to feel the sun

There’s so many, so, so many ways in which to feel the sun

Autumned forth forced and nervous, a single line to fall

An acrobat’s burning stomach, turning burning holes in the air

(and i know what it’s like to have needles and knots)

After sunlight late night flashing white smell of smoke

We’ll knit our bones…

They’ll craft a slumber party of strangers

Serving loss from a campy urn

Oh they’d be stewed, the marching band is furious

To taste the sweat of our meat

And with sir han at daybreak, a light amidst some rain

Since you’ve been gone

My mind is dirtless

My dreams are fruitless

My bed is loveless

There is so many, so, so many ways in which to feel the sun

There is so many, so, so many ways in which to feel the sun