Songtexte: Matt Pond PA. Hunter.

of all the breath laid on me
yours seems sincere
of all the thoughts incomplete
yours seems so clear

hunter do what you want to
hunter do what you please

and though they seem confused
inside a box filled with chemicals
they more or less have been misused
inside a box filled with chemicals

the bus don't like you today
what it did, went away
what it did, went away
though you had a big idea
of what it was it isn't clear
what it was, it isn't clear