I've turned to rust as we've discussed
Can't tell you who I am
So many times my heart has been outgrown
Can't tell you who I am
Happenstance has changed my plans
Filling in for sunshine

Our houses hemmed into homes
Hanging around my blue jeans

Why is there no breeze?
I am looking forward
No currency of leaves
I trust no emotion, I believe in locomotion
Trying to be thankful
Our stories fit into phones
Now everybody's feeling all alone
Filing into tight lines
Working in the goldmine full time
Toward the shadows tracing bones
All of my maps have been overthrown
Ordinary beehives
No current through the water wire
When we're not sure we're not alone
I have no idea how this happens
The door screams, 'I hate you, hate you'
Our faces stitched and sewing
Though I must have let you down too many times

No feelings I can see
In the dirt and the dust
When everybody's feeling all alone
And our voices lift so easily
A gift given accidentally