Throwing Muses Delicate Cutters
It's just the lack Of time I keep Reaching out, lashing out It's just the lines Run down the walls I can't believe they never fall The walls never leave And the walls begin to scream I Bang my toes against the wall I stare ahead The door inside the wall Your face inside the door You crawl across the room The picture never moves My books are very still You slide to my feet You slide across the floor I Throw your head across the ice I Throw my hands through the window Crash Like poetry It's four o'clock, I'm waiting Your face appears I keep forgetting your name While I'm writing this, you You crash through the wall You fall off the floor I Slide your head across the ice I Throw my hands through the window Crash Like gods A room Full of delicate cutters All sitting down, the room has many doors All but one of them are closed She goes around (Remember) Opening the doors This has another ending Full of innocent children One of them are closed She goes around This has another ending (Remember the room) Full of delicate cutters Opening the doors
