I walk on colored straight lines

Seeing where you go is not on my mind

But I long to feel that again

Not pretend that I'm blending with nowhere to end

Copying fields to transcribe

Print all the things that I can't describe

Don't defend what you're trying to say

Through the indirect syntax formulating time

Just define in some coherent terms

I'll be firm when you sit up in mine

I'll be fine

Waving transcending for you

You'll fortify what you do

And I'll lay back with both hands intact

The fact will be here so long after you leave

Just define in some coherent terms

I'll be firm when you sit up in mine

I'll be fine

Stop to think you'll catapult in turns