Pile - Touched by Comfort lyrics
[Pile - Touched by Comfort lyrics]
But most things have turned over
Buildings repurposed, money exchanged
Between floating hands
I thumb through
Looking for something flammable
But, I can't rely on getting handed
A book of matches every time
I wish it were direct where things can go
But only pictures, always pictures
Covered in dust that I ate from a
Bag at a place we bought gas
Hobbling into childhood again
He'll thank me for my blessing
But, I barely keep in touch
It's the same place on a map
But most things have turned over