i ve been drifting along in the same stale old shoes loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind if you thought that you were making your way to where the puzzles and pagans lay i ll put it together it s a strange invitation when i wake up and someone will sweep up my lazy bones and we will rise in the cool of the evening i remember the way that you smiled when the gravity shackles were wild something is vacant when i think it s all beginning and i ve been drifting along in the same stale shoes the loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind if you thought that you were making your way to where the puzzles and pagans lay put it together it s a strange invitation it s a strange invitation and it s a strange invitation it s a strange invitation it s a strange invitation1