Standing in the corner

Echoing that anecdote

Separated from the chatter

By the wine and cigarette smoke

And my eggshell plans

Have got me reeling

That shivery thread tied to my wrists

I'm a shallow coffer

Of hand-picked memories

A ragged patchwork quilt

Of woven guilt and reverie

And my eggshell plans

Have got me reeling

That shivery thread tied to my wrists

I’m a lamb at the slaughter

I'm a slave to my needs

Fell asleep underwater

Washing blood from my fleece

And my eggshell plans

Have got me reeling

That shivery thread tied to my wrists