Got a window-washer\'s head
for an unmakeable bed
for loneliness
the past is no place to
rest your weary arms \'cept at sevens at yer sides
your face a campaign debt, reflected sky
you die to your fans one window at at a time - that\'s right!
gotta a window-washer\'s eye
for an untuckable sky
for lonely design
the past is no place to
try, but I\'ll get my mind\'s armies moving at full-stride
singing in one voice, preoccupied
and with nothing to say, I\'ll sing it bright - that\'s right!
I am here
it\'s only me
I ain\'t freed nobody yet
it\'s just me
I\'ll just be a sec
I\'m a cleaner, I\'m no threat, no threat, no threat
I\'m a reader, I\'m no threat.
who sings lonely?
everyone sings lonely
it doesn\'t sound so bad
who is free?
everybody\'s freed from the tired of being sad
so sad
how will I know?
how will I know if I\'m helping?
moreso, how will she know if I\'m helping?
if I\'m not in the saddle, I\'m nothing - that\'s right!
I am here
it\'s only me
I ain\'t freed nobody yet
it\'s just me
clearing spider-webs
I\'m a listener, I\'m no threat
I am here
failed and failing breath
I\'m a listener, I\'m no threat, no threat, no threat
I\'m a watcher
I\'m no threat
no threat
no threat
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