When you're in some bad light. In the climbing flood. And you kneel before them. It's common sense. It's practical. Lay low. One moment I beg. I bolt. On a thousand legs. What you can't say swallow. At the moment I'm bored. Buried more and more and more and more. I slam my finger in the door of love. God damn the judging. Strangers judge. All I want all that I want. A burning bush. Or. A button to push. A chance encounter. With common sense. Common sense