Heavy Things — Phish

Things are falling down on me, heavy things I could not see When I finally came around, something small would pin me down When I tried to step aside, I moved to where they'd hoped I'd be

Vanessa calls me on the phone, reminding me I am not alone I fuss and quake and cavatate, I tried to speak and turned to stone Till she reaches through my vest, to do the thing she does best She pulls and tears my ventricles, steals my one remaining breath

Things are falling down on me, heavy things I could not see When I finally came around, some thing small would pin me down When I tried to step aside, I moved to where they'd hoped I'd be

Stumbling as I fall from grace, she needs my vision to replace Her inexact through out the night, leaving two holes in my face Mary was a friend I say, until one summer day She borrowed every thing I own, and simply ran away

Things are falling down on me, heavy things I could not see When I finally came around, some thing small would pin me down When I tried to step aside, I moved to where they'd hoped I'd be