Ghost On The Subway

I'm walking in a crack, scraping dirty hands on eyes so big and white. Indecisive as always. Watching you spit on yourself.
It's a party for the particles amid brown ant-covered bird carcasses.

I can't hold anything together. My teeth keep falling out.
I'm a neo-paleolithic man in a petrified present of prehistory,
where nothing is sacred but the cigarette butts,
where no one is free but the bugs.

We'll fix things. We'll take the puzzle apart. We'll clean the dirt off the key to your heart. Nothing will have no place in our world we'll build.
It'll be so beautiful just you wait and see.
It'll be so beautiful just you wait and see.

We'll fix things. We'll take the puzzle apart. We'll clean the dirt off the key to your heart. Nothing will have no place in our world we'll build.
It'll be so beautiful just you wait and see.
It'll be so beautiful just you wait and see.

I was waiting for the subway, when you waved your wand
and swept me away. I searched, searched for your ghost for so long to find your already on the subway. Smiling, clicking away into that dark tunnel as I sit on this bench.

I'm sitting on the sun flipping through a ring of skeleton keys.
I am the nicest thief you'll ever meet, and I'm going to steal
everything I can from you before back into the ground

We're all drawing lines between dots that are as random as the stars in the heavens. Nothing makes any sense.
In the absence of logic i seek solace in my sadness

We'll fix things. We'll take the puzzle apart. We'll clean the dirt off the key to your heart. Nothing will have no place in our world we'll build.
It'll be so beautiful just you wait and see.
It'll be so beautiful just you wait and see