Collecting the crumbs Of everything I’ve become Flew too close to the sun But it won’t spoil the fun I’m a pillar of salt Cause that’s my default The smiling teeth of a saw Eating straight through the wall You got lines in your face Love what you’ve done with the place You got lines in your face Love what you’ve done with the place I won’t be long I won’t belong I tried picturing you Did you like what i drew Now that you and the sun Do whatever you want And I think it's fine The way we wrinkle in time So I'll try to appear More than twice every year You got lines in your face Love what you’ve done with the place You got lines in your face Love what you’ve done with the place And now that we're old enough I don't care And I'm never home enough Elsewhere I won’t be long I won’t belong