It cuts a walk, I don't bleed. It reaches and pierces my need. 'Cause it cuts a walk, I don't bleed. And it reaches and pierces my need. . And it seems so far away.
I'm on a bus with a street car's name. My desire is not the same. I can't get off, no, I can't return. . This is the midst of my spin. Accidents happen in slow motion.