The Dead Science - White Cane lyrics

The spiders that drank us in, now rotting on our skin A dusty vacancy lies between you and me All those nights, Polaroid photographs turned white Sense memory lost like a burial at sea A model of our love as shot from high above With every present tense it loses increments Six months spent yield only garbage strewn fragments Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings Sense memory lost like a burial at sea Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings