White Bear

Pillars of white light
Hot like a dull knife
Smoking like dry ice
Counting to five, then ten

Sudden slow dive
Chasing a high
I can feel it waiting underneath my eyes
If you think you need
Something to hide
You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine

Weak, softly in the knees
It's one of these, separate the colors
I can't see, running on my skin
Pushing pins in, oh so slowly

Sway side to side
Waiting to strike
I can feel it boiling underneath my eyes
If you think you need
Something to hide
You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine

Sway side to side
Waiting to strike
I can feel it boiling underneath my eyes
If you think you need
Something to hide
You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine