Slow scene familiar
It's a wider turn around
If I lay low
Is there somewhere I could sleep?
Who sent you?
I'm glad you're here
No self help
I made it past the fuzz
Don't tell me it's a soft pull
I recognize the motion
Fearing a solid sign
We have to number it right
You lose the last desired form
Here I am
Meet for a sullen stack of songs
Right there on the wall
Some glow
From the worried nights
I always fell asleep like that
