Little Drum

Frightened Rabbit

I was mothered like an orchid tethered to eternal sights

I hurried home in orbit close to where I know I'm fine

No edge of the seat, no arms ever broken, you see

I waited for the crash to come

Too many days with too little to do

I waited but nothing came at all

So many days spent in empty rooms

The little drum inside behaves itself until you turn twenty-five

And then it strikes this all we've lived this long and only ever half alive

I waited for the crash to come

Too many days with too little to do

I waited but nothing came at all

So many days spent in empty rooms