Clocks & Mirrors Lyrics

Quiet as a blink

Painful as a pinky in a pencil sharpener

Like staring at the sun

So much beauty that it burns

Standing in the living room

Every single light inside the house is off

Yawning at the crack of noon

Constantly exhausted

Is this what you meant by story

The question was purely rhetorical

Rested, passive-aggressive

A month walk to the moon

And the carnie of it all

With a list of surprises

Clocks and mirrors

Cried in the car on the phone

In a parking lot somewhere

After playing bloody knuckles

Eating Olga's apple-bread

I'd trade a decade in Angola

For a peach whiskey porch in Vidalia

Eating boudin balls

Anything north of Natchitoches is Arkansas

Is this what you meant by story

The question was purely rhetorical

Rested, passive-aggressive

A month walk to the moon

And the carnie of it all

With a list of surprises

Clocks and mirrors

Nice having somewhere to be

When you've got nowhere to go

Nice having somewhere to go

When you've got nowhere to be

Old wine in a new bottle is just

Someone else's puzzle piece

What was here before

There was not a single thing

Is this what you meant by story

The question was purely, purely

Rested, passive-aggressive

A month walk to the moon

And the carnie of it all

With a list of surprises

Clocks and mirrors

Surprises

Clocks and mirrors