Figure

Well, when it’s down to this: overturned and @ the roof
And the words are done and the silence just smokes on through
Well, I’m not some clipped lil clipper, just a friend with too much time
I’ll send off a postcard to stay inside of you
«Hands aweigh,» I used to say, aching and arching as I do
Well, you can take your friend along and say you’ll be back later tonight
Oh, but if I had your two-time figure close just one last time…
Can I cool off in your ashes, did a lil ember burn me down?
Made, away’d, dogged + hammered, you ride the flame on out
But tonight the woods are folding, and you’re not @ my side
Oh but if I had your lil two-time figure, close just one last time…