Harder Edges

Missing that wounded girl Puttin' on her canine teeth Sun come burn the clouds Peace come get me now I'm sick of ticking boredom Counting down the pealing hours Harder edges today Harder edges today Burgeoning sky all day grey Like living in a tupperware box Locks of hair under glass Stuck full of flies of the past And I'm sick of ticking boredom Counting down the pealing hours She was capable and kind but not inclined She was capable and kind but not inclined Oh don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't ask around about me Shadows are deep and the angles are keen Lift me out of this pinball machine Your voice is a tall grass whisper And I picture a kiss in spectacular station Your voice has an easy melody And I'm gently awake from the terrible dreams Your voice has a mockingbird wisdom And I flip at indigence and then again [?] Your voice has an opium smoke plume The room melts away in a velvet and relevance. Your voice offers no choice but abandon And I'm rag doll and glad and I'm ten men in love again So don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Missing that wounded girl Puttin' on her canine teeth Sun come burn the clouds Peace come get me now I'm sick of ticking boredom Counting down the pealing hours Harder edges today Harder edges today Burgeoning sky all day grey Like living in a tupperware box Sun come burn the clouds Peace come get me now And I'm sick of ticking boredom Counting down the pealing hours She was capable and kind but not inclined She was capable and kind but not inclined