Lyrics

crash thru the half-light of tomorrow morning
stranded in the day you were hurrying to get to
do you like the hands that are tangled in your hair now ?
are they your own hands or are they somebody else's ?

lunge through the evening
shred all the hours
i don't know what you want
but some December morning put me in the aisle
looking through the eye-hole
tugging at the mask
because the cut-outs never match up with my eyes...

crash thru the half-light of tomorrow morning
stranded in the day you were hurrying to get to
do you like the hands that are tangled in your hair now ?
are they your own hands or are they somebody else's ?