Picture Frames / The Centipede Songtext
von Morning Brigade

Sing to me my friend my time is wearing thin
Your hands are smooth with every move through the rapid wind


We see you there
Stealing the breath from the winter air
And your satin skin
Smoother than the crisp winter wind
You mounted frames on every wall you lived between
To hang the fraying images you had ventured to see
And keep away from me

Sing to me my friend my time is wearing thin
Your hands are smooth with every move through the rapid wind

Next to me a manic frantic centipede
One hundred tiny legs are dancing spastically
On the bark of a tree

He crawls and he climbs up the withered vine
Through the wooden frame that leads him inside
Through your mind