Sinking Slow

All the broken pieces Lying in a pile Waiting to be swept up From the bathroom tile Broke my only mirror Feeling not quite right Empty little bedroom And a long night Oh, I miss my honey so Now, I'm cold and lonely Oh, and I hope she comes back home To her boy whose heart is broke, oh I'm sinking slow I'm sinking slow Born into a strange world Waiting for a train Sliding 'round Chicago In a soft rain Bloody little mouse trap Lying by the door Violent little nightmares At the mind's core Oh, I miss my honey so And my childhood's ending Oh, and she's got to come back home To her boy descending slow, slow I'm sinking slow I'm sinking slow Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah