Marimba Video (MV)

There is a bug that lives inside my room
Though pretty often mostly out of view
Oh, little one, I'd like to be beneath the dirt with you

You cut my hair beneath a yellow porch-light
A light turned on an hour past my bedtime
A thousand threads of me will fall
Beneath these yellow moons

Oh, and I think I could tell you everything
If only I could tell you anything
At all

I feel pathetic now that I'm not grade-bound
I caught a cold the day I let my guard down
How could it be more comfortable to lie beneath a boot

Oh, and I think I could tell you everything
If only I could tell you anything
I want to tell you everything
Anything