Maddie Bloom - Cassino

Maddie?

s always moving.

She?

s flying down the aisles

Got both hands in her pockets, trying to keep the balance mild

Her motions like a movie, slicing constant air?

The wires are electrifying her phosphorescent hair

I have seen the hunger, soaking through your shirt

Sunken eyes found alive but smashed under the dirt

So lord give her one more set of hands…

For those dulling rings that I can barely stand

I hope when I leave, she leaves them buried here

And they don?

t grow into the air

Sing of soaking through me, on a kitchen chair

Sing of all the savage tiny bites that blossomed tears

The glass is always glowing, there?

s vacancy out there

But don?

t you ride out very far;

you?

ll end up everywhere…

So slow?

Speed erodes?

The weight of bother on your body will fall down like snow

Lord take this telephone in hand

It?

s lost the ring that I once couldn?

t stand

I hope when I leave, I leave it buried here…

And it doesn?

t grow into the air?