Rising Sign Lyrics

Your back curves like a creeping vine
with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine, ya
In the black-coffee bowl of your eye
why do you overestimate the size of the lie?
And I've seen the dangers of your rising sign
but I swear I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist
it's all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself

my nerves jump
like a boiling pan
like a skillet full of oil spits, rattling on the burner
when I stumble onto the thought
of the match you lit and dropped and set the dial to slow yearn
And I've seen the dangers of your rising sign
but I swear I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist
it's all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
can I spell it out?
can I spell it out?

And I've seen the dangers of your rising sign
but I swear I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist
it's all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself