It s almost true: You don t expect to follow, watching What you do. I talked my way, half the night in Overdrive, with nowhere else to stay: afternoons spent Inside crashing on the shadows in the room, wrapped in Your reigns. Gone along, you won t forget who s standing Out of frame. Kick and run: It doesn t fall far from the road and someone s going to Shake it out: Remember what you d wanted from the embers floating down. Aren t you cold? Standing by my window (curtained up and closed) Yesterday. I let the door fly open, broken just the same. It s all so new, though I ve known you from somewhere I Was only falling through. Save your time, coming out with What you ve found on the other side.