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Lake Sedge

from Haunted House by Chalk

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Will you feed my lines?
Tongue tied I ate my words for breakfast
Eyes closed no direction
Would you kindly show me to the exit?

I’ve been getting so tired
From sleeping in the daytime
Then pulling long nights
Planning out my short sights

Pockets full of lake sedge
From trailing on the river’s edge
Ask me how I’m feeling
Been counting dots on the ceiling

But now they have letters for
Numbers they don’t have numbers for
Top buttons to scratch floors
Eager eyes to open Drawers

Yeah it’s been hard to speak
With my tongue in my cheek
I promise I won’t hurt you
It just might take some work to
Build an understanding
On foundations of poor planning
I found the ratio I’ll play it safe
But It’s too late to lay in wait

And I could lay another brick
On walls that grow so thick
Just to paint them with your shadow
Cast out from a spiral … but
Who can tell us who your favorite mathematician is
Let’s find out where an ancient mathematician lives
Let’s hope what he says
Isn’t too complex

If the numbers are real
Then it’s all been determined
Why do I feel
So uncertain
[Door’s always open
Been steady hoping you’d stop by]
The quicker you spread ‘em
The sooner you forget ‘em
The further you spread ‘em
The faster you’ll regret ‘em

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from Haunted House, released October 31, 2014

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