Things are moving sideways, they are tracing every step
It starts a circle, it starts connection
Not waiting for a net, jumping reckless, set still surveillance some switch, turned on
Through back doors, back doors, through back doors
I thought it was as it seems
But everyone is alone
Streetlights in the distance she'd light on gravity
As the traffic moves to the closing scene
Where the spilling of secrets on the floor
Cause to question deep in our hearts
I can hear it calling out to disappear again
