[Verse 1]

A wicked glow arrives from numberless time

And the stars seem closer than you do

The space without is overloaded

With the ghosts of little things

[Bridge]

Leave your teeth, your ill feeling

[Verse 2]

It’s July and you’ve decided

To meet the crows and cast the ashes

Impossible, a missing spider

I hear the echoes of their voice

[Bridge]

Just empty memories

[Verse 3]

Been minus days and clothed in waves of lost

Stuck in mud kicking and clawing

Stationary, situationary

Since you sliced my ears in two

[Bridge]

Leave your teeth in between