Your posture’s cool and confident
It's a cloak over your skin
It's not quite who you are yet
But I can see you settling in
From the song that's stuck in your throat
And the way you greet my hands
A warm spot on this Everest
where the threads are wearing thin.
How was your expedition?
You're trying hard to look unimpressed
To the view beneath the neon
In the window by the bed -
Your very own northern lights
Where you lay your head at night.
It's hard to find the best way
To burn away your youth
In the quarters you're confined in
Where the restlessness finds you.
Go on and check your tiger traps,
it’s time you’ll never get back
We're both finding comfort in the little things;
Me, screaming my lungs out, you sleeping in the sink.
We're not as different as we seem
from the company we keep.
My posture's cool and confident
It's a cloak over my skin
It's not quite who I am yet
But I can feel me settling in
From the song that's stuck in my throat
And the way I greet your hands;
A warm spot on this everest
Where the threads are wearing thin.