In this lifetime
You can mix knives and paper doves
On the roof top if it craves it's hollowed out
I fell down this daylight
Blind man's arrow buried in my loves heart
Tape was wound
Life ties back drop figures and puppets in scissor hands
On the outside all of these words are falling down
Porcelain light a moonless night
In closing
Always closing
Fortunate day
Simple to say
In closing
Always closing
The curtain is drawn
The lights go on
In closing
Always closing