Nose Grows Some

i don't know when this night will end
if i open the door
to the back of my sunken mind
then in will come a flood
when it all becomes too much
i sweat the crises
and the times you are afraid
in a room full of clocks
if i'm blowing myself away
get through the bad times

two birds on a wall
your nose just g r o w s

i need just another drop
it is metal and it is cold
i wait upon the rocks
i'm waiting on the tide
through the bad times
if i'm blowing myself away
under hot fluorescent lights

two birds on a wall
your nose just grows and g r o w s

one day i'll grow up tall

and all will be reveal...