windup

angie fights crime

windup

I’m feeling something’s come over me
I’m feeling something’s not quite right
the phone is screaming like an orphan
the cat is nowhere in sight
the empty box is on the table
you’ve seemed to disappear as well
the windupbird is making noises
but where he’s at he’ll never tell
my dreams are dark and hard to fathom
I zipped you up before you went
the world was ours for the making
but this was never what I meant
descend slowly, one foot at a time
climbing down the well, escaping from this hell
seeking out the darkness
six years of this and I’m the zero
ambition lost, a hopeless case
3 days and nights the crescent moon
leaving this mark upon my face
the isle of malta fades forever
the isle of crete a waking dream
too many spices in the ladel
nothings ever what it seems
descend slowly, one foot at a time
climbing down the well, escaping you as well
seeking out the darkness