They Perched On Their Stilts, Pointing and Daring Me to Break Custom

On my face I scratched out something like a silhouette Around the golden ten like lambs On my face I've hidden away any embarrassment Away from my acquaintances I'm not sold on anything but half a dream I'm not sensing a thing I see a blank notebook page And it's my life and there is Nothing I can think to write I fear the thought of not sensing a thing I hope you don't see a thing I said, smile through everyone you ever see (so what you gave him the time of day) Twist back and end this suffering I'll dance around, I honestly give up and de robe I see a blank notebook page And it's my life and there is Nothing I can think to write I fear the thought of not sensing a thing Right side falls Heavenly grace to you I owe you too Right side because Heaven and I should be so easy