Thomas

I felt a funeral in my brain Lines of black cars on a nervous highway And there’s a certain fear in doubt Everything won’t turn out The way you planned Show me your hands Because I have to know If you’re like a sieve I fall through the holes I hear your voice I get scared If I call your name There’s nobody there I felt a prick in my side Push in the thorn, say, “I’m fine” Pull me in faster to the bright light Show me your hands Because I have to know If you’re like a sieve I fall through the holes I hear your voice I still get scared If I call your name There will no one there Would you come like a thief To my hospital room? Take me somewhere there is no bad news And I used to shake Don’t waste your time ‘Cause I can’t wait to strain my skin Through the white gown Lower me down But I… I changed my mind