Lyrics

It doesn't matter what I stick to the walls They only come alive with you inside It doesn't matter where the sickness resides You are the hour arm I'm swinging from A native away and a tourist at home Please pin the borders back This city will help me spit my teeth again Just pull on the rib-like wire to watch me sail and spin This city will help me out in getting out Just pull on the collarbone coil It took a year to stop and focus my eyes They wandered long enough, then stuck and shut I never knew i'd jump the yawning divide Now all the other ruts don't seem so tough This truck could loosen up its cargo so much That it leaves a trail that we will follow Until it reaches some great shining wall