Day 3

Melting into slo-mo

An inevitable slowing

Weak in the knees and in the fists

All signs waiting patiently for you to spot them pointing

And your e.s.p is on the fritz

Day 3

Christen this city with the sound you grew up wanting

Jangle trauma in the light

Bus stop junkies looking pretty as the morning

Jungle hot after a rainy night

Day 3

And by dawn we're floating, flying

And by dawn we're neurons, firing

And by dawn we're floating, flying

And by dawn we're neurons, firing