Regulate

Here I am

Stand in front of another

Count the veins in your hands

Like frost on the glass

It pains me to say

I feel you'll regulate

The breaths that escape

I see you stand

With your feet in the water

Taste the wind on your lips

Feel the brief morning mist

It kills me to hear

You skipped our holy year

For miles and miles and miles and miles

and miles and miles and miles

You'll hear me say

On and on and on

hang your head out the window

Too close for comfort

Borderline

take the exit you'll be fine

Sing out the window

Dance on the turnpike