Wall Ball - Hypnagogic Hang-Ups Lyrics

Going 85
Right through the eye
Of a brainstorm
The swollen finger of
A jealous god
Mine are raw and calloused
The broad side of anything
Could split me right in two
In a shattered stained-glass room
I'd still feel slighted
And slightly uninvited

And I'm drained just thinking of it
At the bottom of the stairs
Curl my fingers over bronze
And drift off in my chair
But the key hits the floor
I'm still fast asleep
Lost and over-prepared

And when time is a ladder
You can't go down the other side
I just want to arrive
Teeter on the top rung for a while
And come down in style
You'll come back down in style

Just as heavy as the weather
Twice as tense
And far less ominous
Than I intend
Remind me again
Has it rained here in months?
Then I remember
All at once
You live here

Pulse or no pulse
I've made my call
Not standing on the fence
Of some worn out town hall
But the process won't take
And I hear nails upon walls

Portent of despondence
Propped up on the same bank
Pulling on my guts (pulling...)
While they pull rank

And I'm drained just thinking of it
At the bottom of the stairs
Curl my fingers over bronze
And I drift off in my chair
But the key hits the floor
And I'm still fast asleep
Lost and over-prepared

And when pride is a ledger
You can't just forge the bottom line
They just want you to writhe
Balance on the buoy for a while
Before you drown in style
You will drown in style