It's a lonely and lovely world
I guess we found each other in the cemetery
where rooms come with no view
And chairs with no leg
We attempt to fix the paths, to un-circle the circles, to jump into another loop, to unwind the curves
But the no-view never changes; the no-leg never disappears
So we cut ourselves while untangling
and trace back to the origin
Time! Time! It's running out.
Only to find that mirror never lies
Wakey wakey.... just take the money and run.