Page 1, quick anxious thoughts, maybe the rooms getting bigger, maybe I'm getting smaller.

I feel no more than normal
I eat no more than I should
I need do do the extrordinary
But believe I never could

I breathe in laughing sorrow
I live in crying joy
I wish I were a giant
But I'm just a little boy

What does the tarot hold for me
Is it the queen of hearts
Is it the cold embrace of death
Or the fool to play the part

I hear the broken record play
It chills me to the bone
the disembodied voice repeats
all creatures die alone

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