Catch Is Baiting Us Back - Pleasantries

There’s a catch, where there’s you there’s a catch, and whatever you do you’ll

say your bait, «You'll be glad you had this time.»

There’s a catch, where there’s you there’s a catch, it’s baiting us back

Last chance masks his fancy, lost and asking to hold up hands

Never heard so many kind, ignorant things since we’ve been here,

speaking only smoke at you

We sing to your breathing

You’re holding up our hands

You’re holding down our heads

You’ll bring us back