There's a gap in the gatefold sleeve where they hide those dreams so they can't be seen. They're alive in the inbetween, in a world downstream. There's a rope that we pray won't break, here's to every miniscule mistake. There's a gap where you grown yr own regrets, I guess everything's as stable as it gets until it's not. The times (i get it!) The lines (I get it!) The tone (i get it!) The luck (I don't get it) The tides (i get it!) The lies (i get it) Cheaper than therapy, probably (not really). There's a gap in the gatefold sleeve where everybody's shoving shade they don't want seen but they come alive in the inbetween where everything's as stable as it seems until it's not. When nothing else works, call up yr friends like "hey, everything hurts!") Call out the curse! All of the chords, all of the colours.