Back to the backside, hover as you go

And everything means nothing as you know

And sure I know your helping hands are

Pressed against your picked fence

But everything means nothing as you know

So why try?



Take me outside, let's see what made

You cold inside

And call on me so I can take you

Home this time

So back to the backside folded hands

Are pressed against the wet cement

And call on me so I can take you

Home this time



Yeah, you've got it all turned around now

And sure, it's everyone

Yeah, you've got it all figured out now

Why...sure