Fall into the cupboard, call it back to you
In the presence of electric eels, rise and stare in you
If the cold catches you slowly, take it back to me
If the drive seems so lonely, rise and stare anew
If you said, how would I be
Why couldn't I tell you about the one to a degree
Hide all of the way to come back in
Winter fanning out, call it back to the floor - I don't belong here
Why do you even talk in prose to the past and the foreign
On the phone of the ancient - call it like you do, you'd want to believe it's true, it's true
But the one - true - I can say with ease to know
The only problem you would know it's a lot too easy