Your feet touch the floor. And it's opened the window and let the light in. The light burns your eyes. But it eases with each passing frame. Yeah your head like a block. Stuffed with unwritten letters to some. Far away friends. Oh you'd write on your hand to remember. If someone if someone would just pass you a pen. Make your way to the toilet. These morning ablutions are all part of the dance. And these doors all have locks on them. Like tinfoil hats man. Made for resisting (other voices). Time isn't over times aren't better. So it's letting you down. You keep dragging back to it. You keep going back to the well. Oh that shit's a dictator. Time won't be messed with. Buddy no no no. You can't be believed. And you cannot believe what you are told. You're still a baby now. You're still a baby now. You're still a baby with soft feet and everything. You're still a baby for better or worse. Or for an hour or so. Until it's (other voices). Please if you're coming home. Take me to the side. I know that time changes. To run away. From you. You're still a pushover for passionate people. You're still a pushover for passionate people. And you're just a baby now. You're just a baby now. With those soft hands and doe eyes. Resisting (other voices). And you're still a pushover for passionate people. You're still a pushover for passionate people. You're still a pushover for passionate people. You're still a. Tell 'em Nancy. This is what's happening and it's freaking you out. I've heard it heard it. And it sounds like the nineties. Who can you trust. And who are your friends. Who is impossible. And who is the enemy. These are the halls that we're presently haunting. And these are the people that we currently haunt. Push back the walls. Push back the calendar. We've got we've got friends who are calling us home. And you're just a baby now. You're just a baby now. You're just a baby now. You're just a baby now. You're just a baby now. You're just a baby now. You should be uncomfortable think I could be now