Make-shift realities falling apart You cannot see the end, 'Cause it hadn't started yet But I'll bet you could help me out You say I'm a translusent little thing But how can that be? Run back into me once again And I'm no sliding door If anything im a wall I'm white on white canvas I'm lookin for a screwdriver to fix my new neck You said, you were quite sure, I think you're a shipwreck on the beach And out to sea I will be anything you want me to be If you ask politely I'm white I'm white canvas Closing in is better than it has been