Thomas Giles Incomplet Lyrics

It's day three and I've hit a wall
Been going door to door... and I'm too tired to knock
Moving in slow motion
Pavement hopping, raincoat dancing... seems so inviting
This downpour has filled my cup

His funeral spells like fresh peonies
The wind stopped for a moment... as if to question what wasn't there
The empty ground opened its mouth
Survive the visual
These stories hit peaks with an outlook of starvation... a death of a
Salesman

Where do I go? What do I say?
I need to bring you in... show me the way

Show me the way