895 - Pianos Become The Teeth

The back and forth repeat, it’s nothing new

And I’m not who I want to be for you

Eager eyes got a funny way of shining through

It’s just before the bore and you say

«The bridge looks like it’s made with K’s"for my name

Shaped just like your right hand veins

And paler than the salt stacks in the rain

And that burnt sulfur, it sparks tonight

And that Gold Club sign lights up just right

And it gets covered by the ivy in the summertime

And I turn sharp and I race by

We all rush, it always stays

So serene, and I can’t change

You know that’s just my way

And your eyes say

«Come inside, warm those hands»

Well what can I say with so little time?

«Come inside, warm those hands»

Well what can I say with so little time?

Still honest, a kind face

It’s fitting, such a waste

That «good night"kind of smile

It faded with my time

I’m getting close to who I want to be for you

I’m getting close, I’m racing home

I’m getting that ribcage rattle

I’m getting close, I’m racing home

I’m «choking on feel good»

I’m getting close, I’m racing home

The back and forth repeat

I’m getting close, I’m racing home

I’m getting close, I’m racing home