Hang my eyes up on a hook, swells of panic I can't look.
Inside my own skin, I fail to find myself again.
Million faces, look the same, their replies evaporate
There's no soul behind these eyes, they can't glue me 
back again.
Ghosts drop hints, whisper things, blood and bone and 
bits of string.

I can feel my mothers hand, but I can't find her face to 
kiss
Theres no soul behind these eyes, they can't glue me back 
again
Someones locked inside of books, nothing here except the 
clock
Ghosts drop hints, whisper things, blood and bone and 
bits of string.