Pierced by an open breeze

Latches and gently teethes

Lead us, show them we know how

Know how, know how, know how

How

Woke to the hands of three

Stitching and fixing me

Lost track of the way out

Out

Out

Lead us, show them we know how

Know how, know how, know how

How

Emita stands politely with her ox's head resting on her shoulder

The ceiling above them falls apart slowly

Peering around the corner

Linus waiting there for her

First place, last race

We know now, know now