Somedays
It feels like I'm made to help out
Like my cells are useful
To how this works out

I'm seeing again
All these curving patterns
Of care and yearning
Like the rings of Saturn

But all of a sudden
Like a hand that pulls my ankle through a drain
I feel a stirring
Where all words are false
And touch is only good for pain

It only feels like I'm flying
When I dart my way out of the smoke
From the back of a rubbish truck
On the brink of throwing up the city chokes

And I lift up my hand
To my forehead soak the sweat with my sleeve
When I say with my face red
Yeah I look beautiful to me

But cutting a corner
Stands a pile up from the blindness of the rain
And I feel a stirring
Where all words are false
And touch is only good for pain