Thousands of years of human life and this is what we've done with it. Constrained by wires, I'm not sure we'll ever find either end. The natural fluctuation of interest in our relationships is just a product, what we're willing to exchange for ourselves. These places don't mean a thing, these thoughts are bigger than me. They divide the world into shapes I can understand. What's the big idea? I've got these big ideas, I haven't sang that song for so long (I thought I'd said what I had to say). Montana, I need more than just fingertips, I need you wrapped up in my arms. Can you see? What we've got here isn't just an escape, it's the romance in the world. We are the rebels, over-powered and we're feeling panicked. Mysterious, it seems to us we're deeply bound to beauty. Classic misundestanding of what's below the surface. Hide it all away, marvel, never analyze. You gotta clear your head, you can rest in bed at the top of the mountain. Or if you've already left, I will meet you next at the bottom of the ocean. I will see you there at the top of the mountain. I will see you there at the bottom of the sea. You will see. I will see you there.

Think about it, scratch your neck, brush your hair behind your ears. Does it touch you, where I touch you? Can you even tell when you've been touched? Tell me, are you here to be a resident? Or just a place to rest your head? It appears the former occupant left depressions on the floor with their baggage and their furniture. I'm just trying to fill the holes and follow the rules and do the math, but something's just not adding up, like lightening striking this spot twice. I know that you will change one day just like green lights will always turn red. It's inevitable. It's gravity. The only question I have left: Will you choose to change yourself? Or will the world instead? Get back to working your magic, prepare your grand illusion. Disappearing acts work best when you've got eyes covered in wool. Isn't it just easier to imagine what you're going to do? Every second passing is one less to turn around. Here's to the tricks up your sleeve. I know you've heard it before, but it's the actions that speak so much louder than any words you could say...

Where are you going with those lips, and those hips? I doubt you'll make it to the door. What are you holding within those evil eyes? I'd kill to know what's behind the stare. I feel the pounding of your chest in my hands. I can't believe it remains contained. Tomorrow morning has got to give us some time. I'd like to see you try and leave, because I've given up myself tonight and now I'll close my eyes, will you return my body to me? You're not alone, you have control tonight and when I close my eyes will you return my body to me? You are an ocean, tides moving back and forth, I feel you washing, washing, wash over me. Just treading water, head pointed up to the sky, I'm on my back and I'm breaking waves. I can't fight the current. I'm holding my breath. Anything to catch an eye full of you, which I'd be glad to use as a map of the sky... tracing routes and charting stars with my steady hands. The way that you're moving has got me feeling alright. You gotta give me some time. All of my thoughts are guided by the night sky. You have got to give.