Eyes Like Sticks
The Lazarus Plot
He wrote this song for me
The day my eyes were bleeding
He drove through the streets
In search of me
Willing to wipe that blood away
Promised I could live through this
That sometime I'll sleep again
Sticks and stones are building up
Inside our mouths
Brick by brick
[?]
We're caught here under this dirty sky
I see your eyes are darker brown than mine
They are mud, sticks and bark
Like something you could build a home out of