[ Featuring the Graveyard Shift ]
As I sit alone in quiet isolation
I observe all the dog hair on the floor
And the remnants from my boots have left their trailings
It's time to sweep the memory, shed my skin, and start anew
I don't clean near as often as I used to
I blame the vacuum that has lost its will to work
When in truth I know it's only me that's failing
It's time to sweep the memory, shed my skin, and start anew
What does the dust say about me now?
Am I ancient to this world somehow?
How do I rationalize procrastination?
It's time to sweep the memory, shed my skin and let you in
It's time to sweep the memory, shed my skin and let you in
I have a friend and she told me that she's moving
And had some things to rid around the house
One such item was a heavy vintage vacuum
I asked her how much and that I'd like to check it out
In proximity her house was walking distance
So I laced my boots and parted for my prize
We got to talking for nearly half an hour
She said it's time to sweep the memories, shed her skin, and dry her eyes
She said it's time to sweep the memories, shed her skin, and dry her eyes
What does the dust say about us now?
Am I ancient to this world somehow?
How do I rationalize procrastination?
It's time to sweep the memory, shed my skin and let you in
It's time to sweep the memory, shed my skin and let you in
As I sit alone in quiet isolation
I observe all the dog hair on the floor
And the remnants from my boots have left their trailings
It's time to sweep the memory, shed my skin, and start anew
It's time to sweep the memory, shed my skin, and start anew
