American Sinner

Like a Clock Head trip, road trip out of season Fear on rolling into town Lines on the highway pull me onward These lines of thinking draw me down Another hung over Sunday Slopped on top of those before Silence contemplates your meaning while The answers sprout up questions more and more Your heart beats like a clock In time with me awake and turning My eyes fixed on a spot To keep me from these dreams recurring And all these thoughts I cannot escape Sharpen up to run me through All your glances still haunt me now I come to think you always knew...(you always knew) So I built up sorrow-proof fences Sound proof for all but when I shout Ensnared innocent animals Before you let me out...(You never really let me out) My eyes searching all directions Try to hold on to this room Try to hold on to your image As tight as I was glued to you