Out from Our Place by Ben Levin

I'm out buying lightbulbs
If just keep my eyes closed
Fall into a manhole
Tires bump on my skull
I cling close to this world
But the reins are fragile
Like a waistline seatbelt
Or skinned knees on the asphalt

Kissing in the shadows
Choosing our battles
Guessing at what matters
With no clue

Waiting for the surgeon
Shrinking with each second
Stroke or mutilation
Coinflip from the heavens
And I see my grandmother
I see my poor uncle
Telling me in riddles
Of my place in this world

It keeps the boat moving
The paddle steers you on
We're here without directions
An eye for an eye
A life for a dream

It keeps the boat moving
The paddle steers you on
We're here without directions
An eye for an eye
A life for a dream.

• Art Rock
• Classical
• Experimental
• Prog
• Rock
• Boston