I been drifting along
In the same stale shoes
Loose ends 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
I'll put it together:
It's a strange invitation
When I wake up
Someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I'll remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant
When I think it's all beginning
It's a strange invitation
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