| 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 | |
| I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation | |
| When I wake up and 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 | |
| Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning | |
| And I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes | |
| The 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 | |
| And it's a strange invitation | |
| And it's a strange invitation | |
| It's a strange invitation | |
| It's a strange invitation |
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