Nose Grows Some

i don't know when this night will end
 if i open the door
 to the back of my sunken mind
 then in will come a flood
 when it all becomes too much
 i sweat the crises
 and the times you are afraid
 in a room full of clocks
 if i'm blowing myself away
 get through the bad times
 two birds on a wall
 your nose just g r o w s
 i need just another drop
 it is metal and it is cold
 i wait upon the rocks
 i'm waiting on the tide
 through the bad times
 if i'm blowing myself away
 under hot fluorescent lights
 two birds on a wall
 your nose just grows and g r o w s
 one day i'll grow up tall
 and all will be reveal...