Turning blue in wonder. 
Back and forth to a corner.

Up the tower of thought, I'm locking into you.
And ours was dire, and I only want it once.

I want it so bad, I need to watch it while it forms.
Can't you tell that in my face, it's not left to 
accident?
A habit's forming under the cover of night.

Tip the tower of thought, misleading and it's cruel.

(It shadows over us)
Watch them scramble, in knots, and burning we went 
through.

(It shadows over us)
A tethered power unlocked, feeding into you.

(It shadows over us)
Chasing clocks - unwind, slashing at its proof.