No time to figure us out until we're pulled from structure's sewing
Wheeled down into a hallway half asleep halo glowing
Drift back through a parade of faces back to chutes and ladders
Most times I hear that the separation feels like nothing matters
And you back porch light is on
Will you call us in at dark?
With no net, walking the corners of your mind must be frightening
Deep breath, but it's such a lovely time of year to travel lightly
I told all of the cells I'm made of reach but they only reach so far
So was it just a figment of my mind when I saw you arm in arm?
And you back porch light is on
Will you call us in at dark?