Like a Pen

Sharpen my body like a pen

Come on, I need to show it

Something too small for a lens

If I rub it if I wipe it



Guiding with one single hand

Nothing's wrong you like the feeling

I am all over the land

Come on, I need to show it



Back on the mountain again

I was standing watching seasons

You're now my only friend

I'm too heavy, I'm the burden



Sitting and picking on myself

It's a shiny, shiny morning

And when the light finds my eye

I'll be fleeting like a scent



I hold my breath and then count to three

On and on, outworn

Must be five hundred degrees

Will it show in my show?



I hold my breath and then count to three

On and on, outworn

Must be five hundred degrees

Will it show in my show?