Walking into purple light Overwhelmed and out of mind
Lonely and abuzz that night I found the floor
Nothing can belong to this This sweat and song and cannabis
Family of grown-up kids Beat down the door
* I'm threadbare, bone-back Come in contact Threadbare, bone-back
I need a touch, a breath, a sound I need to find a fit somehow Come in contact
Tripping sleep-eyed down the stair The morning room, the fairy air
My sister's baby waiting there With oranges
Oven, ticking kitchen clock Cinnamon, a woolen sock
I left my spare key in the lock And rolled to this
When I come inside will you wait for me Will it ever stick
I'm a little frayed, I'm a little tired I'm a little sick
