Things are moving sideways, they are tracing every step

It starts a circle, it starts connection

Not waiting for a net, jumping reckless, set still surveillance some switch, turned on



Through back doors, back doors, through back doors



I thought it was as it seems

But everyone is alone



Streetlights in the distance shed light on gravity

As the traffic moves to the clothes he's seen

Where the spilling of secrets on the floor

Cause to question deep in our hearts



I can hear it calling out to disappear again