Stolen Jars Bright Red
Fences go, faces bright, offset
All senseless eyes and floating heads
All arms to hold, of grain so thin
On paper I can learn they'd lived, am I
Already stalled
Just hoping my name holds? No
I'm not what I was
At least I know that they weren't
Shelves all molded out of pictures
How can I be guarded when
They've seen me in the daylight
Now it's gone to waste still
Their eyes, their eyes, their eyes, all bright red
Don't want to be, can't be, just like them
Their eyes, their eyes, their eyes, all bright red
I want to be, can I be like them?
Some nights, when I'm alone
I'm alone
I'll look through faces
Of old occasions
Places, scattered now
On small plates painted
Just to know them
Some nights, I'm alone
When I'm alone (I'm alone)
I'll look through faces (Look through faces)
Of old occasions (Of old occasions)
Places, scattered now
(Places, scattered now)
On small plates painted
Just to know them
On some night, when on your own
When on your own
Will you find my face
Some old occasion
Some place, scattered now
On a page painted
What will you know?
