When the clock strikes dead on midnight books fly through the hall All the lampshades turn and rotate She walks through the wall With hands in pockets, I search for rockets that might light up the sky Have become more withdrawn since I was first born But I never know why I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed A river deep If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours and scratch your back for free But it's been written, these nails are bitten I know what I could be I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed A river deep