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 atlas coming 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 