Sister's husband's brother
Working in the goldmine full time
Filing into tight lines, ordinary beehives
The door screams, "I hate you, hate you hanging 'round my blue jeans."
No current through the water while
That turn to rust as we discuss
Though I must have let you down too many times
I have no idea how this happens
All of my maps have been overwrote
Happenstance has changed my plans
So many times my heart has been outgrown
Now everybody's feeling all alone
When everybody's feeling all alone
Towards the shadows, chasing bones
Our face is stitched in sewing
Our houses hemmed into homes
Our stories fit into phones
Our voices lift so easily
A gift given accidentally
When we're not sure we're not alone