It’s impossible here sounds are plinking off the wall

Like some dim eternal drip barely there but that’s all

That I can hear anymore it’s so clear that it’s counting down the time.

In these looped out storylines how badly do we need

Another frame to bind another thread to feed

When all we want is touch and printed pictures

From another time, but where would we find it when always at last

I’m lost and waiting for you

We’ll just wait until the corners come again

And find our way up to the edge

Cite ourselves because the records are unknown

Just cornered here until the next

We could wish it to be true we could wish it to be real

But the sand it sticks in between our teeth

As the water fades away at the edge of our feet

We’ll just wait until the corners come again

And find our way up to the edge

Cite ourselves because the records are unknown

Just cornered here until the next

But as little as it seems we’re hoping to get in

This other bigger space might pop up in between

While we’re lying on the floor cause it always feels like home