I'm surprised and I admit it

I'm surprised it's true

To have grown up, to become

It's a man that worries his friends

I carry chocolate with me everywhere

I sing like a crooked seahorse

I float like a cello

In the old theater — Going out. Come in

Coming out. Go in — the old theater

And in the quiet parts you can hear the traffic pass

In the old theater — Going out. Come in

Coming out. Move in — Slow motion

In the old theater — Going out. Come in

Coming out. Moving in — Montage

You can keep how I imagined you to be. I’m afraid I may have sent the same thing

I didn’t intend to send. You can just keep how I imagined you. The reoccurring image jumps one play to the next. And in the quiet moments we hear the traffic pass. I’m

Afraid I may have spent some change I didn’t intend to spend

The reoccurring image

Jumps one plate to the next

And in the quiet moments

They hear traffic pass

I'm afraid I may have said

Something I didn't intend to say