I walk on colored straight lines
Seeing where you go is not on my mind
But I long to feel that again
Not pretend that I'm blending with nowhere to end
Copying fields to transcribe
Print all the things that I can't describe
Don't defend what you're trying to say
Through the indirect syntax formulating time
Just define in some coherent terms
I'll be firm when you sit up in mine
I'll be fine
Waving transcending for you
You'll fortify what you do
And I'll lay back with both hands intact
The fact will be here so long after you leave
Just define in some coherent terms
I'll be firm when you sit up in mine
I'll be fine
Stop to think you'll catapult in turns
