You got wires, going in. You got wires, coming out of your skin. You got tears, making tracks. I got tears, that are scared of the facts. . Running, down corridors through, automatic doors.
Covered ground. Just to reach your house. I know we need to talk. But I can't catch my thoughts. Insides gripped. Scared of what you'll think. Words I can't repeat.
Had a lot of things to say. Had a lot of points to make. Put me down on walk. Sweet take before you go away. . Close the door in case you stay. And I can't believe it's already tired.