Sinking Slow

All the broken pieces
Lying in a pile
Waiting to be swept up
From the bathroom tile

Broke my only mirror
Feeling not quite right
Empty little bedroom
And a long night

Oh, I miss my honey so
Now I'm cold and lonely
Oh, and I hope she comes back home
To her boy whose heart is broke

I'm sinking slow
I'm sinking slow

Born into a strange world
Waiting for a train
Sliding 'round Chicago
In a soft rain

Bloody little mousetrap
Lying by the door
Violent little merman's
At the mind's core
Oh, I miss my honey so
Now I'm cold and lonely
Oh, she's got to come back home
To her boy descending slow

I'm sinking slow
I'm sinking slow
Ah, ah, ah