what you need is watery shoulders a lucid heart that beats in the midst of all of this foggy unknown then hold a glove with me cause i am not self contained i ll lay here and fly away but there goes my answer and the harder i look it goes farther what you need is under the window those golden eyes that see go in peace when the moss on trees is growing old hold a glove with me ooooh we saved time that way we are not undertakers ooooh what s that sick parade and what is this circus in my mind and what is this serpent in my eye just dust and echoes left behind