It is the quiet in the call, it is the passing on a nighttime highway

White line after white line, it is the blinking of the heavy eye sideways

You won't believe it fill vou've taken it off

And when you get right to it

It's always thicker now the message is soft,

Holding, wanting

All of the heaving nowhere, all of the brushing of the skin, unending

White lie after white lie, it is the way I let you in, I'm bending You won't believe it till you've taken it off

And when you get right to it

It's always thicker now the message is soft,

Holding, wanting