[Verse 1]
A wicked glow arrives from numberless time
And the stars seem closer than you do
The space without is overloaded
With the ghosts of little things

[Bridge]
Leave your teeth, your ill feeling

[Verse 2]
It’s July and you’ve decided
To meet the crows and cast the ashes
Impossible, a missing spider
I hear the echoes of their voice

[Bridge]
Just empty memories

[Verse 3]
Been minus days and clothed in waves of lost
Stuck in mud kicking and clawing
Stationary, situationary
Since you sliced my ears in two

[Bridge]
Leave your teeth in between