Use your intuition It's all you've got Keys are rare and there's a thousand locks Standing in your way So goes the gold age Of your tired life
Digging for a way You cast a spell Carve a path from all the things they sell But they don't let go Just thought you should know Keys are rare
I know what I know Would not fill a thimble So let your mind go Straight down the wrong way Does one want to Get more used to The mall and misery The dead mouths it costs to be alive
Oh she lies half burning From the biting cold if only to learn What you've never been told There's a real world Somewhere a good girl Lives and breathes
Part of her opened the callow mind Ideas stolen in the morning tide There's a dark time This is your dark rhyme Feel your heart
I know what I know Would not fill a thimble So let my mind go Straight down the wrong way Does one want to Get more used to The mall and misery The dead mouths it costs to be alive