Suchness Lyrics

We're claustrophobic,

Crushed up,

Stifled,

Closed in.

Can't we keep the knife from cuttin' too deep!



We're struggling

And stammering for things to make sense.

Those things,

Those things don't make no sense.

Don't make no sense.



The doors are always

OPEN

Always

And always

CLOSED



Sweepin' swiftly 'n

Snatchin' up the children!

Now

They're fed by the hand

Weeping gently down. gently down...



Living like that...

Shut up in a little glass box.

Afraid of the dark...

At a LOSS of words.

Second guessing myself.



To take the easy way out...

Can you steady the seasick?

There's a height in every depth.

Now we're stuck in a Stinch.