Deathbed Lyrics

There's a picture of my deathbed hanging high upon the wall

Where my dreams and aspirations come to meet up for a talk

And all they ever talk about are the ways that they can keep me out of it



Now I'm looking for perspective, how I'd love to get her take

Might she offer up an anecdote, or the just right thing to say

Like "It's a lovely composition, but the bigger picture's always hidden by the frame"



Stuck in minutiae with nothing to do but complain to all of my friends

Details are cool, they won't be in the room when it's time

Make up and tuck in to my death bed



There's a hustle in the culture, there's a stone in which I grind

I've been spinning wheels, looking for an edge I hope to find

In a race that's never ending even though I keep on pretending that it does



Now I'm picking up the pieces to the puzzle that I solved

So that I can then collect them and put them back inside the box

And in tomorrow's border I can spread them on the floor and start again, oh



Stuck in minutiae with nothing to do but complain to all of my friends

Details are cool, they won't be in the room when it's time

Make up and tuck in to my death bed



Stuck in minutiae with nothing to do but complain to all of my friends

Details are cool, they won't be in the room when it's time

Make up and tuck in to my death bed