Had It Up To Here

You’re turning round–like circular–now And it’s more than you were allowed You get back back back 'til you’re small You get home right back through that wall You bring your hand up flat to your nose You say you can’t take this anymore Of the smallest things to ignore, I’m yours. Metro shadowboxing Empty and eating space Blink or you might miss the lightning Right when All is turning grey Enough stone to turn a glass house to sand Enough stone to turn this glass house to sand You’re turning round–like circular–now And it’s more than you were allowed You get back back back 'til you’re small You get home right back through that wall You bring your hand up flat to your nose You say you can’t take this anymore Of the smallest things to ignore, I’m yours.