Waste Collector

Feeling like the waste collector
Parallel to my own demise
Through the door around revolver
Return to original spite

Sunrise through a clouded downpour
Time lingers with each wave on the shore
The hole in the seashell embodies death
But now it can live forever on my desk

Feeling like the waste collector
Parallel to my own demise
Through the door around revolver
Return to original spite
Swinging round the waste collector
Dizzying dreams of no surprise
Fazing in and out of your hand
Return to original spite

I found you another little friend today
Hiding on the ground
"We’ll make space,"
"We'll make space at home," you say
"We’ll find another stone
For another life.
We’ll find another stone
For another life."

Feeling like the waste collector
Parallel to my own demise
Through the door around revolver
Return to original spite
Swinging round the waste collector
Dizzying dreams of no surprise
Fazing in and out of your hand
Return to original spite