CAPILLARY BED

I'm a minus sign to your additional feelings of hopelessness

These are trying times multiplied in red

Like a capillary bed

Count sixes and sevens

To sleep all night and day

If you saw me lately

I'm a million miles away

I miss calling you under stranger circumstances

Like when we were kids

Not predictable like the caller ID

On a touch screen with cracks in it

Count sixes and sevens

To sleep all night and day

If you saw me lately

I'm a million miles away

I'm a million miles away

I'm a million miles away

When you fear that nothing's left

I can feel you walking

I can feel you walking

I can feel you walking

When you fear that nothing's left

Stuck in your postal code

We could walk to the state lines

I can feel you walking

I can feel you walking

Stuck in your postal code

We could walk to the state lines

I can feel you walking

I'm a minus sign to your additional feelings of hopelessness

These are trying times multiplied in red

Like a capillary bed