Wasp's Nest

Lost on the stage I was looking her way to see,
She was naming the dead and talking in poetry.
And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.
And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.
And I hate that river I know I have rivals dear,
But if books are my home then you killed my family.
And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.
Every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.
My heart is a wasp's nest
(My heart is a wasp's nest)
My imagination was the first apple tree.
My heart is a wasp's nest
(My heart is a wasp's nest)
My imagination was the first apple tree.
My heart is a wasp's nest
My imagination was the first apple tree.
My heart is a wasp's nest
(My heart is a wasp's nest)
My imagination was the first apple tree.
And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.
And every line is a bookshelf,
And I won't feel sorry for myself,
Your heart is desperately damaged,
And my heart is a wasp's nest.