i am solid brass with a crooked paper grip extra fingers heavy on the tips hold my eye contact just to keep your gaze at bay from legs tied up in knots so long the color of my skin goes right to wrong my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice when the rooster crows i ll prove my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning giving heart attacks just by showing up to work standing still is none of your concern flip the hourglass but it still won t run both ways sons and daughters they all loved you yesterday a bit more than today your legs are shorter in the evening your legs are shorter in the evening when the kettle blows your shins don t know your legs are shorter in the evening your legs are shorter in the evening your legs are shorter in the evening your legs are shorter in the evening your legs are shorter in the evening i run out of breath at the sight of giant walls years and years they took years and years we all have to hurt our necks or we find love by now bricks and bricks are proof of permanence somehow somehow somehow somehow you won t be sorry that you met me you won t be sorry that you met me you won t be sorry that you met me my wind is colder in the evening you won t be sorry that you met me i talk too much but rest assured you ll hear it lower in the evening my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning my voice is lower in the morning