This City - Cymbals

Ink-covered fingers

You’ve been hiding at your desk too long

Ink-covered fingers

You’ve been hiding at your desk too long

Hand over mouth

Brandy in your tea

The afternoon’s all emptiness

The morning’s possibility

You’re counting on feeling better

Once the seasons cycle through

You’re counting on tire arms and legs

Too tired to list and brood

To be undone

To be untied

To be undone

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Dust on your doorbell

You’ve been hiding at your desk too long

Dust on your doorbell

You’ve been hiding at your desk too long

The early Sun

Your stolen hours

Just waking up by night

Full of drink and desire

You won’t be able to make it

Your laces left half-tied

To sleep the only break you get

From your unremitting head

When you’re undone

When you’re untied

When you’re undone

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You’re counting on feeling better

Once the seasons cycle through

You’re counting on tire arms and legs

Too tired to list and brood

To be undone

Dust on your doorbell

You’ve been hiding at your desk too long

Dust on your doorbell

You’ve been hiding at your desk too long