and what tip-toe, felt-row, single eye, cam-die, settles mine?
Pass the halls, at the tip of your toes, quiet, quiet
Felt tip markers squeak on black-pen-dirt whiteboards
One eye's closed to the sun, one eye stares one-side,
Click of a photo, that's the last one for this battery,
Hearts are fickle things, my hand trembles, foot taps, eyes flicker and emotions waver,
Settle mines, it's fraying, take your hands and warm this room



