Moving hands across your face
Trying to see why
Your retina shrinks while numbers crack
The corner of your eye
Sit inside a choir trying to hear what you sing
Wish you every success discover what it brings
The world’s drifting by
I hope that you might find
What’s going on outside
I’d bleed blue to appease you
Inside a stubborn room
Welcome to soon enough
Ink stains seeping through
Wide turning angles are circuitously mine
Silicone limbs in twos will never let you fly
The world’s drifting by
I hope that you might find
What’s going on outside
The world’s drifting by
I hope that you might find
What’s going on outside