In the recess, in the recession
I found my way around the hallow sound of a black hole
You know of thirty things that will hang big wings on depression
But flying out's
Not allowed
In the shroud
Of a dying wish
It's pinned in with a butterfly stitch
Makes you fall
I will call out, to the fallout shelter
Are there any survivors, anyone one of us left alive?
Echo echo it answers
With a silence that's taking prisoners
Seven year itch
Out of black pitch
Pinned in with a butterfly stitch
Thought that we could be it, see it
Now we won't
Oh maybe, maybe the recess catches the light in what we've done
It's lighting fireworks
From the sun
In the abscess, in the obsession
We lost my way out the open mouth of a blue whale
You speak of dirty things that will always sting
Learned my lesson
I can't tell which
Dug ditch
Has you pinned in with a butterfly stitch
Thought that we would save it, brave it
Now we won't
Oh maybe, maybe the recess
Catches the light in what we've done
It's lighting fireworks
From the sun
