His Only Trade

Someday he's going to wake up in a burning house
And wonder what to save and wonder who to blame

(Someday he's going to wake up in a burning house
And wonder what got burned if it looks the same)

Someday he's going to take stock of sleepwalking days
Silver prints and sutured pages

(Someday he's going to take stock of the sleep he lost
When he tied the knots and he pulled the strings)

Sixes!
(He only heard you)
Sevens!
(When you were lying)

You want to make that bastard sing?
(His only trade!)

Wish he never turned the lights out!