Is this who I will always be
A spider crawling up the porcelain
Catching sunlight through a window screen
Oh my, it's not right
Looking down away from amber skies
Smoking on a stick of dynamite
Cradled up in a fire of eyes
Oh my, it's not right
Red of the rose
Staining the snow
Which came first,
I don't know
Call it a choice
That I've lost my voice
Oh my, it's not right
Fate is growing like a lemon tree
Spreads its branches over you and me
There's darkness underneath the canopy
Oh my, it's not right
