I wasn't walkin' on water. I was standin' on a reef. When the tide came near. Swept beneath the surface. Lost without a trace. No hope at all. No hope at all.
Sprawling on the fringes of the city. In geometric order. An insulated border. In between the bright lights. And the far unlit unknown. . Growing up it all seems so one-sided.
The way out is the way in. The way out is the way in. The way out is the way in. The way out is the way in. . Out of touch. With the weather and the wind direction.