Zed and Two Naughts

                                  I’m not really better

Mallets crack with every breath, yeah

I hear them scraping through the branches

Against my broken window

When I’ll let you in

A silhouette holds me younger

Can’t poke me with his pinch, yeah

Flops and drips of nectar

And excess being 



When she says

Saint Christopher

Don’t go on wondering

There’s no one left to save

'Cause no one’s at the wheal

Saint Christopher

Don’t go on wondering

Nothing left to say

There’s no one left to save

'Cause no one’s at the wheal

Saint Christopher



And the cracks with under

From a gash of stipple rain

This bed will never rest you

The answer’s in the summon

While I lay here in

The stow can fix the crown in

A wasted dusk of tears

The potion turns to nectar

When the pigment leaves the body



When she says:

Saint Christopher

Don’t go on wondering

There’s no one left to save

'Cause no one’s at the wheal

Saint Christopher

Don’t go on wondering

Nothing left to say

There’s no one left to save

'Cause no one’s at the wheal

Saint Christopher



Thanks for praying, thanks for all

Go, don’t like it anymore

Have your breakfast feed in time

And they say it ain’t too notch

And they say it ain’t too notch



Painted a full room of caves

I’ll bring dreams of better masses

Made of pastures

Labyrinths turning, city maze

I’ve been hanging, breeds of cancer

Every door our children sing

Watching a blizzard

Watching a blizzard



Saint Christopher

Don’t go on wondering

There’s no one left to save

'Cause no one’s at the wheal

Saint Christopher

Don’t go on wondering

Nothing left to say

There’s no one left to save

'Cause no one’s at the wheal

Saint Christopher

Don’t go on wondering

There’s no one left to save

'Cause no one’s at the wheal

Saint Christopher

Don’t go on wondering

Nothing left to say

There’s no one left to save

'Cause no one’s at the wheal

Saint Christopher