There are beads that wrap
Around your knees that crackle into the dark
Like a walk in the park, like a hole in your head
when you realize you're dead
This time we ride roller coasters
We feel no emotion as we spiral
And I guess it's worth your time
Because there's some lives you live
And some you leave behind
The gardenhead knows my name
For you know this isn't the first time
In fact this is twice in a row
That the angels have slipped
And filled up our garden with snow
And I don't wish to taste of your insides
Or to call out your name through my phone
For the glory boys at your bedside
As long as you're you're something to own
as you're something to own
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move
But to take on the world at all angles
Requires a strength I can't use
So I'll meet you up high in your anger
Of all that is hoping and waiting for you
Of all that is hoping and waiting for you
