every time the thing switches, I hold back my intensity
to appease the discomfort you cut yourself on
yesterday's child has gone missing; how we run together
duration's heavy and frustrations never ease up
reaching out to the hands I yearn for
here now and then into disharmony it falls

the turns and bends on the highway
catch on and burn the tyres, but wheel on
a stop at a lonely cafe and the deed is done.