Toiletries Lyrics

Well they'd say creatures of habit,
Are woven instinctively into the fabric.
I'd like to think that my feet weave the graphic
And I am the tapestry.

They call this tragic;
Tragedy is just an empty medicine cabinet.
I'd like to think
The kitchen sink is an anchor,
keeping me from floating away.
'Cause my legs are driftwood,
And my arms are stuck in slow motion.
This place is getting thinner.
What you call a river,
I'd call an ocean.

Well this isn't fitting,
The sweater is finished
But I am still knitting.
I'd like to try
Something uplifting or something worthwhile.

Well they'd call this magical
But charm is just a cover up for all my bad habits.
I'd say we're different
Oh, but they'd say where all the same.

This smile,
Hidden behind the missing pair of tiles,
And I've been drowning, Woah!

'Cause I
Am a creature of the night, And I live and dieSimon Phillips - Toiletries - http://motolyrics.com/simon-phillips/toiletries-lyrics.html
By the idea that
Our flag is white.

I'm a creature of the night
And I live and die
By the idea that
Our flag is white.

The creatures of habit
Were woven instinctively into the fabric.
Well I'd like to think,
That my feet weave the graphic
And I am the tapestry.
They call this tragic
But tragedy is just an empty medicine cabinet.

Well I'd like to think the kitchen sink is an anchor
Keeping me from floating away
But my legs are driftwood,
And my arms are stuck in slow motion.
Place is getting thinner,
What you call a river I call an ocean!

I, am a creature of the night
And I live and die
By the idea that,
Our flag is white.

I'm a creature of the night
And I live and die
By the idea that,
Our flag is white.