Wind in the walls tearing us apart.
Smoke in the light, whispers in the dark.

Do you have an acute fear
Of the bugs crawling under your skin?
And does it ever hurt to hear
You rot from the outside in?

Sitting on the floor, waiting to hit the wall
Like when I was a child, waiting in the hall.
And I shouldn’t make fun of myself,
But it’s really so easy.
All of your books on a shelf,
Your eye on the easel.
(Oh make it so) We are creating.
(Oh make it so) And within, created life
(Oh make it so) With a hexagon
(Oh make it so) And a pocketknife
(Oh make it so) We are cooling off
And with a pocket of songs and a half,
We are traveling. We are traveling.
We are.

We are traveling
Into the fading light.
We are traveling
Into the fading light.


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Eye on the Easel song meanings
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