Dawn Bends

Cut me on the dotted line Well I swear it's been here this whole time Instructions for taking me apart Couldn't read it 'til it got this dark And when dawn doesn't break it bends Yeah, how will you find your friends? Feet in the air and your head in the sand How will you find your friends? Oh, the creature in the compost pile Is put together from leaves and bile Waving branches and faking smiles But offers no direction But you can burn that trash for a little light You can stack empty cans to a great, great height Send out signals from way up there How to cross the open air Listen for affection 'Cause when dawn doesn't break it bends Oh, how will you find your friends? Feet in the air, head stuck deep in the sand How will you find your friends? When dawn doesn't break it bends Oh, how will you find your friends? With the pictures you took Letters you never sent How will you find your friends? When dawn doesn't break it bends When dawn doesn't break it bends When dawn doesn't break it bends