To mar my own smile
Is a facial incantation I'll perfect
To make like a child
Is a mental affirmation I'll project
You hear me grinding my teeth
The nightmare turbines spin me by surprise
Can't awake from my dreams
The looms inside my bedroom stitch my eyes

Getting lost in my sheets
Lately the light of day
Looking haunting to me
Getting lost in the streets
Maybe my right of way
Was the wrong day of week

A long time wasted
Til tomorrow I'll try
To shape trees into hallow canoes
Til my face turns as blue as my eyes
A long time wasted
Til tomorrow I'll try
To shape trees into hallow canoes
Til my face turns as black as my eyes