Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
 If you thought that you were making your way
 To where the puzzles and pagans lay
 I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
 When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
 And we will rise in the cool of the evening
 I remember the way that you smiled
 When the gravity shackles were wild
 And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
 I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
 Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
 If you thought that you were making your way
 To where the puzzles and pagans lay
 I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation