When the clock strikes dead on midnightbooks fly through the hallAll the lampshades turn and rotateShe walks through the wallWith hands in pockets, I search for rocketsthat might light up the skyHave become more withdrawnsince I was first bornBut I never know whyI see my body float like leavesEvery day I want to breatheRap my knuckles ’til they bleedA river deepIf I had sharp claws I’d get on all foursand scratch your back for freeBut it’s been written, these nails are bittenI know what I could beI see my body float like leavesEvery day I want to breatheRap my knuckles ’til they bleedA river deep