Make-shift realities falling apart
You cannot see the end
'Cause it hadn't started yet
But I'll bet you could help me out
You say I'm a translusent little thing
But how can that be?
Run back into me once again
And I'm no sliding door
If anything im a wall
I'm white on white canvas
I'm lookin for a screwdriver to fix my new neck
You said, you were quite sure
I think you're a shipwreck on the beach
And out to sea
I will be anything you want me to be
If you ask politely
I'm white I'm white canvas
Closing in is better than it has been