Drunk to death

Plains coffered with handles to nowhere

Such sprawled o' pannelings walled and brambly

Plains coffered with handles to nowhere the

Shag rug and I know this as pitious blur

Is it so much that I feel this intensely?

Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you

Is it so much that I feel this intensely?

Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you

Ooh

And lifting but a finger does to vastness like

Like sliver'd bark fed to a stove

How wrong, how wrong

Though I'd not allow myself to know it

Though I'd not allow myself to know it

Though I'd not

I'm so tired of you asking me to react

And you asking me to be open when I'm right here

The ceilings a stern face

The ceilings a stern face

And damn, and damn I envy so

The deliberatively impossible

I can't push away with gravy and be alone

Wishing for someone

I can't push away with gravy and be alone

Wishing for someone

Plains coffered with handles to nowhere

Such sprawled o' pannelings walled and brambly

Plains coffered with handles to nowhere the

Shag rug and I know this as pitious blur

Is it so much that I feel this intensely?

Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you

Is it so much that I feel this intensely?

Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you