How to Fix Things - Lucifer In The Sky With Diamonds

Outside my head

I take a rest

While I wait for

My thoughts to burn

Lies made of sand

In your hands

Always seem fair

But spill away

How do I know

When to go

Where will I find end of this road

Words that I throw

To hit doors

Stuck In my throat

Like sharpest bones

Hold that door

Say that you want it

Tell me I need it

How do I find it

Where do you keep it

Say what you want

Time is running out

I am done trying

To figure out

What is wrong

And which one is right

How to fix things

That are meant apart