Written By: Sage Francis

I listen for secrets hidden in whispersin the winter time/
And catch them tickling my whiskerscolliding with wind chimes/
The kind that send shiversup and down tingling spines/

Thinking time could stretch if

We'd spin a design inside our web that would catch drifts/
The type that blow out birthday candles before we make our death wish/

I'm waiting for a message in my calling so I'm checking my voice mail,
And I'm answering machines with man-made dreams
Man made bandaids to cover up the seams
The cover-up seems to only work if the wound never opens up or bleeds

Beads of sweat form above the eyes of a heathen Emperor/
Who won't get on his feet and step outside into the freezing temperature/
He wants to adjust the global thermostat/
But he's so remoteand you can't control the world like that/

Come to find these eggs ain't even golden
I see depreciation in the family jewels the Queen is holding
That broken marraige was fixed It happened when her feet were frozen
She still remains to be the only one who's seen the Emperor's new clothing