String

Hang my eyes up on a hook
Swells the panic, I can't look
Inside my own skin
I fail to find myself again

A million faces look the same
And their replies evaporate
There's no soul behind these eyes
If they can't glue me back again

Ghosts drop hints and whisper things
Just blood and bone and bits of string

Family portrait on the wall
Quiet confusion, circle this
I can feel my mother's hand
But I can't find her face to kiss

There's no soul behind these eyes
If they can't glue me back again
Someone's life inside a box
Nothing here resets the clocks

Ghosts drop hints and whisper things
Just blood and bone and bits of string
Blood and bone and bits of string