Lyrics: Lael Neale
Music: Lael Neale
I'm stale as the daylight
In photos of still lifes
And grave as the bread
That was left with no twist tie
My eye is the smooth side
Of magazine advertisements
I want what I can't buy
I buy any true lie
I lie with my hands tied
And try to sleep at night
Lay me to bed under canopy tree lines
My mind is a jungle of sirens and stoplights
The traffic is static
No station to Heaven
I'm heavy as plastic
In the belly Atlantic
I want what I can't find
I find what I can't hide
I hide until it's time
To sleep through the long night