All those times I said I could not find it,
Well yeah you know the search goes on…
Wearing costumes in the shop windows,
Sun heavy, but the sacred curtain is drawn…
Aggression bubbles behind the portrait I’m trying to paint,
Soaking in dirty water because I’m angry at being made of glass.
And the world just looks right through me,
The world will just consume me,
So let’s stay here safe in the pane lest we shatter.