Clawing At The Back Of Your Eyes

Windshields kissing again In the back of the sorting bin Chipping away and not fond of where you are This is just the face of it It’s just another weight to bear A black moon, but nothing’s new These nights The vision is needle-like You press with your fingertips To hold out a little while It’s clawing at the back of your eyes And I’d assume If you can’t fall asleep They’ll get removed Sleeping in and shielding the windows Well there’s no use in getting up When the sun slips through your door This is just the face of it There’s just no other way to bear At half noon, a covered view These nights The vision is needle-like You press with your fingertips To hold out a little while It’s clawing at the back of your eyes And I’d assume If you can’t fall asleep They’ll get removed These nights The vision is needle-like You press with your fingertips To hold out a little while It’s clawing at the back of your eyes And I’d assume That there’s nothing that I could offer you It’s clawing at the back of your eyes And I’d assume If you can’t fall asleep they’ll get removed It’s clawing at the back of your eyes And I’d assume That there’s nothing that I could offer There’s nothing that I won’t offer you