Got a window-washer's head

for an unmakeable bed

for loneliness

the past is no place to

rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at yer sides

your face a campaign debt, reflected sky

you die to your fans one window at at a time - that's right!



gotta a window-washer's eye

for an untuckable sky

for lonely design

the past is no place to

try, but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full-stride

singing in one voice, preoccupied

and with nothing to say, I'll sing it bright - that's right!



I am here

it's only me

I ain't freed nobody yet

it's just me

I'll just be a sec

I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat

I'm a reader, I'm no threat.



who sings lonely?

everyone sings lonely

it doesn't sound so bad

who is free?

everybody's freed from the tired of being sad

so sad



how will I know?

how will I know if I'm helping?

moreso, how will she know if I'm helping?

if I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing - that's right!



I am here

it's only me

I ain't freed nobody yet

it's just me

clearing spider-webs

I'm a listener, I'm no threat

I am here

failed and failing breath

I'm a listener, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat

I'm a watcher

I'm no threat

no threat

no threat