The Dead Science – White Cane lyrics

The spiders that drank us in
Now rotting on our skin
A dusty vacancy lies between you and me
All those nights-polaroid photographs turned white
Sense memory lost like a burial at sea

A model of our love
As shot from high above
With every present tense it loses increments
Six months spent yield only garbage-strewn fragments
Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings

Sense memory lost like a burial at sea
Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings