Letras
Thin end of the wedge, scabby head
Crawled under the bench, scabby legs
Pigeon on a ledge in the end
Pigeon on a nest, double eggs
Breaking when you say, "Who's to blame?"
Breaking when you say, "They're to blame"
How can we exist?
How can we know how to do this?
Torn to shreds, pigeon on a ledge
Pigeon on a ledge, scabby head and legs
Tightening the grip will break the eggs
Never ending new, measuring the roots
Getting out the tools to start a new
Climbing up the tree, grabbing at the nest
Tightening the grip will break the eggs
Pigeon on a ledge, scabby head and legs
Never ending new, getting out the tools
For measuring the roots
Measuring the roots of the tree
Deep into the ground, going deep
Choosing what to keep, treasure chest
Painful letting go off the rest
Dice that were unrolled came undone
Unraveling, the whole came undone
Breaking off a limb when you fell
Breaking off a branch, so you fell
Breaking when you say, "Who's to blame?"
Breaking when you say, "They're to blame"
How can we exist?
How can we know how to do this?
Torn to shreds, scabby head and legs