There’s a boy sitting in an attic
Pulling the wings off of angels
His mind is full of static
And he’s sitting in the dark
Searching for the spark
That would burn his whole world down…
No one comes a lookin’ here
No one comes to find him
No one comes a lookin’ here
And there’s nothing to remind them…
All he knows
Is a slap is a touch
A punch is a touch
The hand that shakes and breaks is a touch because…
No one comes a lookin’ here
No one comes to find him
No one comes a lookin’ here
And there’s nothing to remind them…
All the wingless angels
Surround and ask him, “why?”
Listenin’ to him cry
In this old grey room
He dreams his name is carved
On a small grey tomb…
No one comes a lookin’ here
No one comes to find him
No one comes a lookin’ here
And there’s nothing to remind them…