Don’t let your feet settle at all. Don’t let your feet hit the ground. Don’t let your feet settle at all. You’re going to need to catch your breath but you can feel it down your neck, and it’s alien. Home where I hear there’s trouble, come running on the double. Home where I hear there’s trouble, critical and vital. And it’s off again, it broke and ran. A piece of man, it’s alien. Hang on your contribution, a fiery elocution. Tale of an open cycle, chronicle insightful. You’re going to need… Look at the sky. Take a breath and taste the open air with me, out among the trees. Only today… the dark above us full of stars that don’t belong. Then they ran away. Sorry.
