Indoor Kids

The only good in happy endings is a rest before a stop

You never changed or modulated, it wasn't your job

Now the slow descending footfalls of an empire keep you up and in arms

No gloss prints or bags of money, honest legal work, that's all

You're under the same surveillance that you were a year ago

And the nervous quiet interrupts the landing of the blows

You tell your spies you're only frightened and not angry cause nobody has to know

The spoon that digs the tunnel out, the candle sitting in your window

Now summer's for the indoor kids

The things we saw that no one did