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
