The Wanderer
Kid A
I throw a fit
in the dark
light never comes on
anymore.
do you see what I'm hiding
here in the shadows
you can't wake me
I'm dead
tired
of being
here
and afraid
of nothing
but you
worry
me with that flashlight that you spill on the floor and uncover the darkness too thick to choke a word from your tongue and you see the carelessness of my ways in the dark I spin until I am a kid again and my limbs are drenched in hope that I'll be ok when I am old enough to be forgotten
standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed...
can you feel the darkness, swimming around this head?
[This message has been edited by Kid A]
[This message has been edited by The Wanderer (edited 12-06-2001).]
in the dark
light never comes on
anymore.
do you see what I'm hiding
here in the shadows
you can't wake me
I'm dead
tired
of being
here
and afraid
of nothing
but you
worry
me with that flashlight that you spill on the floor and uncover the darkness too thick to choke a word from your tongue and you see the carelessness of my ways in the dark I spin until I am a kid again and my limbs are drenched in hope that I'll be ok when I am old enough to be forgotten
standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed...
can you feel the darkness, swimming around this head?
[This message has been edited by Kid A]
[This message has been edited by The Wanderer (edited 12-06-2001).]
