When they bowl the rolling pins o'er everything, they paint by numbers.
Once again embraced the hands of everyone who's pacing madly.
Always taking. Tending pains. Passing the reigns.I'm a little queazy
Right as rain we are the same. We are the same when things are easy.
Rolled it up and hid away for someone to find on the way home.
On the way to his old demons...Pacing madly beneath the steeple.
Piled and weighed this yesterday. I told you that I wasnt crazy.
I pushed it back and stood away..You still did this while i was sleeping.