In a seated position, right on the dotted line

I finger the pulse of it, I'm peeling the orange in my hand Compacted, ornamental, simple, or sorted kind

I'm ringing myself again, I look up from my device.

You get as close as you can to hold you own design

I felt a color by hand, I see a massive leaning And then it's gone.

Sometimes a spiral gathers, sometimes a simple line

I wanted a better body, I wanted a cleaner mind

Not running short of feelings, but running short of time

I'm ringing myself again, I am on my knees this time.

You get as close as you can to hold your own design

I felt a color by hand, see a massive leaning

And then it's gone