Tap the cage with paper fingers left alone in dread • Call the mice and whisper lingers, fed on stone • And the present wheel grinds • Fed on stone, but fed • Fed on stone, but fed
Watch the box and crayon princes soft in bridal bed • Turn a glance away and since it’s all alone • How the present wheel grinds • Fed on stone, but fed • Fed on stone, but fed
Dead to the world • Dead to the world • Chalk to dust • Bone and rust • Rust and bone
Open door but empty ringing said another girl • Swallow hard on empty singing, dry the phone • And the present wheel grinds • Fed on stone, but fed • Fed on stone, but fed
Dead to the world • Dead to the world • Chalk to dust • Bone and rust • Rust and bone
Fed on stone, but fed • Fed on stone
© Zen Greenway
