Velvet Spin

Under the cold and heavy glass

A paper heart is breathing slow (mmmmm)

It shivers in a shallow cardboard box

Wet fur and eyes that cannot see

And we drown

inside this velvet spin

Holding on to what was

never real (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Descending down the spiral staircase now

Wrapping the blanket tight and close (hahhhh)

No hand to lift

No spark to save

And we drown inside this velvet spin

Holding on to what was

never real (ooh-ooh-ooh)

So soft,

so cold