Eating The Darkness Words & music by Frances Livings © 2013
I turn the key and stare into a
long, dark corridor I see the
furniture – untouched and cold
the emptiness starts to unfold
Dust has settled with no delay
upon my absence, during the day
while everything’s just frozen in its place
from when I left at twenty past eight
I’m always on time, never too late
but what difference does it really make?
And I sit here eating the darkness
and the darkness eats at me
I’m fading into the wallpaper
on the second floor
apartment number two-o-three
This is no chosen solitude
no PMS or a crappy attitude
a cheery bumper sticker,
a slogan of the day
can’t make this loneliness go away
Wandering rooms like in quarantine
I’m starring at the clock,
on elasticated time
brain waves flickering, mercury mind
like a black’n white TV in 1969
Losing my mind, losing my mind?
Just starring at the clock
on elasticated time –
And I sit here eating the darkness
and the darkness eats at me
I am fading into the wallpaper
on the second floor
apartment number two-o-three
Am I just another Eleanor,
my face in a jar, stuck by the door?
my feelings, bits of cargo
on a long conveyor belt
just carried away while I evaporate
Sit here and wait, sit here and wait
But what difference does it really make?
And I sit here eating the darkness
and the darkness eats at me
I am fading into the wallpaper
on the second floor,
apartment number two-o-three
Apartment number two-o-three…
Additional info:
Read about the creative process of writing this song: Eating the Darkness. Francesca Woodman’s Wallpaper
Recording Credits:
Artist: Frances Livings
Album: The World I Am Livings In
Label: Moontraxx Records, 2013
Frances Livings ~ vocal
Jeff Colella ~ electric piano
Trey Henry ~ double bass
Joey Heredia ~ drums
