For I thought that you'd regain it and you'd keep upon the pathway, but the melancauliflower you brought along.
You shall wait here in the darkness, you shall wait here proud and lonely, whilst the sparrows in the sunlight sing your song.
And the twin is here your brethren and he keeps you to your rhythm, you would thank him if you could and yet you know,
That obsession and compulsion at the price of isolation is a place we're both ashamed to make you go.
But you still sit here stern and smiling and inside your toes are tapping whilst the world that moves beyond you shakes its head,
Will you take that to be rhythm? Will you try to dance together? Will you finally get the fuck out of your bed?