We broke the windows so we could see everything

Beyond the pines and passes we'll see what we mean


The party left me - I was getting in the way

they had to leave me - but the landmarks aren't that bad


You think of yourself an Atlast

Coming off (rubbing off) you're more as factless

So simpler we'll see what's attractive

Mapping points till it seems lineless

Pointing out a perfect likeness


Recall the callous in its position on the line

The gaze that comes through it won't give you anything


They had to leave me - and I'm proud to have a part

They had to leave me - it's the nature of concern


You think of yourself an atlas...