(Instrumental)
Floating away fading away again fall from your arms find my feet again you're coming down you're coming round again facing your eyes I'll find my way
into sound, I'll help you down I'm calling far from the ground, stars coming down you're falling sight into sound, I'll help you down you're calling
upon expression eyes the sky's darkest clouds constipated mountains of condensation *at the start there was innocence breaks my heart doesn't make no
She's the rats on my finger the rats on my finger rats on my nose She's the rats on my finger the rats on my finger laughed at my nose