Exit Row

Won't do for sticker packs
Touch base on the sweet instead
And there, back to the wild
Recognise when it could be death
Close the door, uncock your head
Relay, notes on a soul, let it rain down
Gate keep us all

Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Could be you, locked in a stranger as well
But that end of your world drama-man
Is end of the sun, get it right

Still so much control here in the retold
To float on blow up bed
Light years from the shit you said
To revisit the science, Z and Y, won't make up your mind

Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Could be you, locked in a stranger as well
But that end of your world drama-man
Is end of the sun, get it right

Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Is that you, locked in a stranger as well?
But now, how'd I get home here, drama-man
You don't want to know you silhouette