Guardian - Tigers Jaw

Down a spiral stairway

Like a blackout memory

You prop up your work

Like a figure of straw

Keeping your ghosts from the garden

But is it red ripe or deadened skin?

Spiraling further in

Spiraling further in

Burn a candle to my skin

Turn the handle, let me in

I can not be your guardian anymore

Burn a candle to my skin

Turn the handle, let me in

I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore

I am a moment in time

When your eyes start to wander

And your head starts to spin

From the simplest task

Deciding what you will wear

Finding faults in a straight line

I have to remember to stop

Wringing out the same cloth

Burn a candle to my skin

Turn the handle, let me in

I can not be your guardian anymore

Burn a candle to my skin

Turn the handle, let me in

I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore

Burn a candle to my skin

Turn the handle, let me in

I can not be your guardian anymore

Burn a candle to my skin

Turn the handle, let me in

I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore