| On the Wall |
|---|
| Unlike the mole |
| I’m not in a hole |
| And I can’t see anyway |
| Just like a doll |
| I am one foot tall |
| But dolls can’t see anyway |
| The frozen stare |
| The clothes and hair |
| These make me taste like a man |
| Tied to a door |
| Chained to a floor |
| An hour glass grain of sand |
| Life in a sack is coming back |
| I’m like the clock on the wall |
| Swim in the sea |
| Swim inside me |
| But you can’t swim far away |
| I never grew |
| Covered up by you |
| And nothing grows anyway |
| Life in a sack is coming back |
| I’m like the clock on the wall |
