Sunlight

Slit wrists and hotter than the pits of hell When I'm slipping through the snow to check mail And torturous, wondering where the postal clerk's fortune is Waiting on a letter that'll set the worst permanent Dead moth whispers flock around me Like the needles on the branches of the Christmas tree And you'd think they'd lift me up but instead they pin me down In the center of this plaza of this sorry fucking town Sunlight shines so deep But don't melt a thing Melt a thing Depression likes to creep You don't hear its wings Hear its wings Sunlight shines so deep But don't melt a thing Melt a thing Depression likes to creep You don't hear its wings Hear its wings Siftin' through the trash of a never ending past When it's brought to my attention that the blinding of the flash Is greater than the knowledge of the details it provides I was searching for the what but got t-boned by the whys And I would like to think that I've gained a little strength That I've found a couple answers somewhere along the length But truth is I'm a puppet always dancing on the strings Of disinterested forces and emotional kings And sunlight shines so deep But don't melt a thing Melt a thing Depression likes to creep You don't hear its wings Hear its wings No matter what fortune takes Or what it brings What it brings The truth is nothing matters In this sink In this sink