I've been drifting along in the same stale shoes.

Blue sands 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 or put

it together, it's a strange invitation.

When I wake up, someone will sweep up my lazy bones.

Then we will rise in the cool of the evening.

I remember the way that you smiled when the gravity shackles were wild.

But something is faking when I think it's all beginning.

I've been drifting along in the same stale shoes.

Blue sands 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 or put

it together, it's a strange invitation.