I've been drifting along in the same stale old 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. 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 remember the way that you smiled. When the gravity shackles were wild. And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning. I've been drifting along in the same stale old 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. Put it together it's a strange invitation