When you're flying low
And your head's in tow
And you don't know how you'll stand up
My slender love
Won't be enough
To lift you out of that muck
You're so trusting
With your head, with your heart
Well don't trust me
There's no room in my yard;
Someone took a ton of salt
And covered it from wall to wall
I'm just hungry
For a trip or a hunt
And you're hungry
For a room with a hearth
I can't leave my orbit now
Weightless at the speed of sound
I used to bend
To any shape
Now i've grown brittle, any weight could do me in
If I could swim
Just drift around
Then I might soften up again
I'm impatient
Caught a glimpse at a shape
It's time wasted
In a haze, in a state
Traveling by floating rope
I stopped counting coordinates long ago
What will I fuss about now
