Fitting Room Lullabies

Excuse me,

do you know the way?

It's two in the morning and I've gone astray

Holding this rail,

acting so cool

In a fitting room,

playing the fool

Spinning like wet clay on a wheel

Trying to shape the way that I feel

Oh, hold me together,

don't let me slip away

Like hands on the surface

of cold, wet clay

Under the streetlights, under the sky

Tell me the truth,

don't tell me a lie

Shape it, mold it,

turn it around

(turn it around)

Lost in the city till we are found

In the thrift-store mirror,

I see the ghost

Of the quiet things that we

want the most

Just a tourist hoping to catch your eye Watching the summer slip

on by

Lost at 2am Just turning

on the

wheel again