What if there were
building after building
of forces bending us to our end
Wits

Tuning it to our channels
Through chords and tunnel echoes
Losing our
Privacy

I'll find you tucked away
In my favorite folder
full of
Music

Pluck you out and
play you like a fiddle
Play you like a
Fiddle

They'll find us together
Tear us apart
And discontinue
our album

But I'll find you in that
place we call our
Own

I'll find you there
and we'll finally be free
Finally, *free