Stumblin' Jack said,
“What's the point of being dead?â€
He'd rather be black-ash
Then dust instead,
Forget to breath,
You know what I mean?
When you're finally alive,
you don't even feel it.
You were here, you were here,
A little while, a little while,
And that inside Light
Covered all the Night,
And fireflies burned holes in my eyes.
The Gift is like a ghost,
The fireplace is full,
Within your skin is cooling scars and smoke,
It's hard to know what's real,
It's hard to know what's real,
‘Cause a little time will change your mind.
Won't you wait,
Won't you wait,
Won't you wait
A while?
AREN'T YOU SCARED?
That it's gonna stop…
I used to be in love,
I swear I was in love,
But now you just can't be sure,
I think I've seen enough,
I might've seen too much,
It attacks your eyes and ears and heart
And it overflows
But never fills your soul.