When the clock strikes dead on midnight

Books fly through the hall

All the lampshades turn and rotate

She walks through the wall

With hands in pockets, I search for rockets that might light up the sky

Have become more withdrawn, since I was first born

But i never know why

I see my body float like leaves

Every day I want to breathe

Rap my knuckles till they bleed

A river deep

If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours

And scratch your back for free

But it's been written, these nails are bitten

I know what I could be

I see my body float like leaves

Every day I want to breathe

Rap my knuckles till they bleed

A River Deep