we just can't ever quite work this out.
i smash mirrors, and shout, and fight with myself -
running in circles never helps.
your mind is a maze, just waiting to be mapped.
these bruises on my hands are just waiting to be noticed.
but you'll never see this.
you'll never want to.
gold rings mark the start of everything we'd burn down cities to say.
i'm a skeleton key. or just an experiment in a laboratory.
so, what did this ever mean?
sometimes you've got to breathe deeply, and let your heart be opened -
but mostly you've got to realise that if you were invisible no one would notice.
i'm chasing canary's in my head.
