Traipsing Through the Aisles

even shot of sleep tonight (?)

but a bit of orphan light will

make it's home on beds of nails and nightmares

when dust clouds or the sun

a web of confusion spun by spiders crawling faster towards redemption

see them crawl, see them crawl

see them crawl

so we're walking around our houses with our eyes shut tight

and flying a kite in the yard

still unfamilir with where we are

i'm a spinning windmill, turning keys in locks tonight,

but safe inside your arms, i've seen the trees outside a window

i'm lost, i'm lost

i'm lost

and i'm lost inside

my home, in my clothes

in the roads

in my own mind

and i know

it's not a sign

i just might stop this time

this time, this time, this time

i did something wrong, i did something wrong, i did something wrong

la la la, la la la la