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Direct gaze is crooked

You fall down

Drink orange soda on the hour

Day after day

Try to stay sober

Roots of trees

What they do to concrete

Helped to his feet, he’s stronger than most

In his face, most doors close

Oh, I look for the roots of trees

Like what they do to concrete

Elevator goes up without me

I frighten you when I’m in the doorway

Light is gray, insinuatingly

Night reaches out

Don’t touch me

You stumble around, you aren’t even lost

You still have your hands, your heart

Deep temptations I dream of you in my sleep

You tell so much with your eyes

Taking your life on the sly

On the sly

On the sly

On the sly

Fur further, fur further, fur further

Fur further, fur further, fur further

All systems are go

I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go

All systems are go

I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go