Lyrics
Step out of the car
Across the yard
Step over the fence
It won't follow you
All the positions you've held in your time
Contorted poses grow dust in the light
Like the grip of a knot or the false of a strained held smile
Held figure in front of the bedroom window
Backlit by a fading red and orange glow
Like the grip of a knot or the fade of a century
Like the grip of a knot or the fade of a century