All the cuts of so called midnight outings
Doesn't seem to count
The Cranium says complains
But the bother's unaware

Those shingalings and twindlings
Was a bust atleast for you
Never locked a stare is it just me who gives a care

You give me a transcendental glue
In my mind you run things that shivers me and woos

A roundabout of shallow ride for you
But a heart attack of all sorts for me
And a leaking faucet of tendencies
All incidentally brewed.

The arrival's like a scene that is embedded in my head
Precision is the name that you game
Never had an interest and had to fool myself
Stories left unclaimed

A roundabout of shallow side for you
But a heart attack of all sorts for me
And a leaking faucet of tendencies
All incidentally brewed.