Clay pots and kittens
Twist their way
Into my thoughts
And paint my dreamscapes
With the terracotta blues
In my arms
Or in my head
Maybe it's the same
It's not the same
I'm not with you
So I hide myself in hallowed halls
Her paintings on the walls, my poems on the shelf
I listen to my mind
All these blinking lights
Blurring in between these
Little bouts of second sight
Maybe on another day
Death ignores us all
Today he's here to stay, though
Today we take the fall
So I hide myself in hallowed halls
Her paintings on the walls, my poems on the shelf
Maybe on another day
Death ignores us all
But we can't get away, no
Our backs are to the wall
Maybe on another day
Death ignores us all
Today he's here to stay
So I hide myself in hallowed halls
Her paintings on the walls, my poems on the shelf