Sunday Munich Pittance
Feeling inspired by black and white
By simple, agnostic things
Wondering if tomorrow will ever break
Crack and leave its pittance on today
Boys on the play ground
Knock the girl down and she skins her knee
In the backyard someone calls her sweetheart
Ballerina trapped in a music box
A stranger in her own dreams
The monsters force her to sleep
A foreigner in her own bedroom
Her skin of pale platinum
Like a china doll
Painted eyes napping
In a bassinet not meant for her
I want to steal her away from them
Away from here
Away from me
Truly out of character she lights these things in me
There's a fire in her burning
Branding itself into me
Struggle to find the source of this disease
I believe that I suffer
Truly believe it
From something beyond my control
