Stare Down the Walls - Lyrics - Violins

Beer cans rolling on the ceiling of the Rabbit Clatter round the spot where a hobby turns to habit And my only son, looking no more confused than usual We spin slowly with Samaritans approaching Orange slices Mothering and coaching But I'm hanging from my safety belt on the median Bold lover The stakes threw the brakes on the vain Old mixture of clarity, impurity, and pain Descends on a humbled heart Like a slow trail of glue Before I answer you I'm gonna stare down the walls Stare down the walls And stare through the floors Until new light pours Through the holes burned by eyes Burned by eyes The Bank of England and the banks of the muddy Land of Lincoln and your sweet understudy All denied me They can't define me The House of Usher and the House of Ashanti Renaud, Ranz, Burlington, Cannon, Morse, Laconte Understand me Tell me how this can be Gold rubber Snakes through the links on the chain Light fixtures Burn their silhouettes into my brain I can't look you in the eye I've got thinking to do Before I answer you I'm gonna stare down the walls Stare down the walls And stare through the floors And push those two by fours Through the holes burned by eyes Burned by eyes I know what I'll see when the sun finally rises A courtroom scene without shame or compromises And my only son, looking no more confused than used