Statues - Something For Kate

Who put this storm in your soul?

& who put that storm on your face

Or is it the noise of irony & boredom

Fighting it out for first place

Making black hole from mole hill

Well hey now, what did you expect?

When you’re spending it all on construction

Construction of a wreck

Construction of a wreck

But precious one

Hanging by a thread until you’ve come undone

& you’ve come undone

Linger but tomorrow won’t come soon enough

Give us all of your nonsense

Something to light up our lives

Don’t make all your descisions

We will not turn out that light

But precious one

Hanging by a thread

You’re mind’s made up

You’ve come undone

Linger but the answers won’t come soon enough

Street lights here we buzz around

We wait for an inch to pass

But still lies the storm these statues call home

But now we can crumble at last

& now I can crumble at last

Who put that storm in your soul

Like statues

Who put that storm in your soul

Like statues