Grandfather from The Antidote by Preserve the Moose

Can you see the lines across my face?
Tightly wound, no moments left to waste.
With my back up to the wall and weighted chains that rise before they fall.

I'm running 'round in circles without legs.
Tell you every time, I'm never vague.
You see I'm hung. It's obvious.
With two large hands a third's superfluous.

When I reach both arms into the sky,
you'll hear me sing my most repeated cry.
Shattering the prior zen.
Not so loud, but louder than
a bird perched on a pendulum.
Yet softer than the song of Ben.
Don't know why but I can tell you when.

• Alternative
• bedroom
• indie folk
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• New Jersey