时间：2012-05-22
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Beetle In The Box - Admiral Fallow
Hold your tongue
The unwilling and the safe
Make your mark in your own tiny way
Your own miniature firework display for one
Fear of facing the shadow on the shore
Tied in knots and hung out on the backdoor
The boy done good thoughts
Of valor and the all for one
It's the beetle in the box
That shakes in your hands
And it's formed out of feelings
I don't understand
They're mapped in the gaps
And the spaces between
The worry of bearing the
Ghost in the machine
I eat your words and you
Mark my mistakes
We set the dictionary up to fail
The work of poets is a vapor
We exhale it's gone
Fleeting fondness is a
Flicker in your frown
Spilling out in adjectives and nouns
A mess of letters once it's chewed
And swallowed down all gone
It's the beetle in the box
That shakes in your hands
And it's formed out of feelings
I don't understand
They're mapped in the gaps
And the spaces between
The worry of bearing the
Ghost in the machine
How do you feel pain
Tremors through the floor
How do you hear sound
Tapping on the walls
I wish I could feel it all
It's the beetle in the box that
Shakes in your hands
And it's formed out of feelings
I don't understand
They're mapped in the gaps and
The spaces between
The worry of bearing
The ghost
The worry of bearing
The ghost in the machine
In the machine
In the machine
In the machine
