Sunday's Hand - Sharks

Hear the echoes from the drain

The harmony when planes align

And my stars catch fire

So you’ve got a brand new attitude

You’re all brand new

I only want the right one

To slide into action

Bent over on the right one

We’re dying to be

Neither burned nor buried

Sunday’s hand reaches out like rain

To the sharp touch of the window pane

Across the wall, sinking in my seat

There is only one thing left to do

I’m fully entertained, now I’m coming for you

I only want the right one

To slide into action

As badly as the knife wants

To slide inside

I’ll never speak for no one

But the riches of Selfhood

No use trying to impress now

We’re dying to be neither burned nor buried

With the blood flowers in the ground