Thursday, March 11, 2010

Watch the sky, watch her eyes
Watch them wander to the corners of the room
And watch her uncomfortably sit there
Expecting violence from every sofa and chair
Every object in her stare, under suspicion

Yeah she'd feel safe, she'd be all right
If we told her she'd be saved by a nightlight
Yeah she'd feel safe, and she'd be fine
But some things just hit too close to home
And she can't take it


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