Mad Hatter (Paper Cutout in a Housefire) by Echo & Drake.

there were days when i felt like a paper cutout of myself in a housefire

and i confess, all the rest, i’ve been clinging with wet hands to the live wires

avoiding sleep

like veterans of foreign wars
we are not who we were before

you scratch my back and i’ll scratch yours

but not until i’ve had my fill

there were days when i felt like a paper cutout of myself in a housefire

and i confess, all the rest, i’ve been clinging with wet hands to the live wires

avoiding sleep

if i seal my lips i seal my fate

and pour cement on sorry states

no one here appreciates a good idea

i’ll disappear

there were days when i felt like a paper cutout of myself in a housefire

and i confess, all the rest, i’ve been clinging with wet hands to the live wires

avoiding sleep

i don’t wanna die in my hometown

just let the salty sea sweep me out

i don’t wanna die in my hometown

and bury my bones in your holy ground

mad hatter, what’s the matter?
your thoughts are all scattered
cold-blooded carbonized kids

carving-knife calling-card kiss

Copyright (C) 2011 Jon Ericson