Figured It Out - Faded Paper Figures

Now, sidewalks break up in my way

And from their windows people say:

There goes that guy who cannot stay here

I figured it out myself

Not even time to kill

I figured I’d out myself

This emptiness I feel for you

Cathedral clocks crack in the sky

Breaking in pieces, breaking lives

The second hands got in my way here

I figured it out myself

Not even time to kill

I figured I’d out myself

This emptiness I feel for you