Ticketless Video (MV)

Uh I'm not an honest man
I think therefore I am
Nothing as my thoughts they have no truth
No substance for the dumping
But I am the falling stand the clunky clatter
And I am the statistics of your hands
And I'm the foolishness of the plan
I sleep in castles and wake to sand
But I'm your mind as you flex your muscles
And I'm the tide in it's supple ruffles
And I'm the one who rakes the leaves when they've been getting all rustled

I bought my rucksack
At the bus stop
And I paid full price
Then I forgot my ticket

I've no calling card the fleeting stammer
I've no way of grasping at whats been stared
And I'm not the lawlessness I'm the bard
I ain't the soup can I'm the cart lady
But I ain't the fiend like you might have felt
I am no rough with no scenes to sell
And I'm not the one who could've soothed your torrent
But those now raised in hell

A rucksack
At the bus stop
And I paid full price