A gift given accidentally
No currency of leaves
When everybody's feeling all alone
The door screams, 'I hate you, hate you'
Can't tell you who I am
I have no idea how this happens
Our stories fit into phones
I am looking forward
Now everybody's feeling all alone
Hanging around my blue jeans
I trust no emotion, I believe in locomotion
Ordinary beehives
Filling in for sunshine
And our voices lift so easily
Happenstance has changed my plans
Working in the goldmine full time
In the dirt and the dust
Why is there no breeze?
All of my maps have been overthrown
Our houses hemmed into homes
Toward the shadows tracing bones
Though I must have let you down too many times
Trying to be thankful
Can't tell you who I am
No current through the water wire
I've turned to rust as we've discussed
So many times my heart has been outgrown
Our faces stitched and sewing
Filing into tight lines
No feelings I can see
