Your roof is gold
Head and heels
Are falling back over my piece of mind
It sort of tastes like honey sweet
My headstrong appeal
Is floating, suspended, all out of time
And it sort of feels like shooting skeet
Your roof is gold
Your windows morph
And change like our methods of transmission
It's your way to quickly disarm me
Our drifts are bold
Grit is short
Yet we roll in this mire like it's our job
To perpetually make a mess of this sod
This is how we slip through the cracks when we
This is how we slip through the cracks when we
This is how we slip through the cracks
When we slip in
This is how we slip through the cracks when we
This is how we slip through the cracks when we
This is how we slip through the cracks
When we slip out
Give up your
Regal throne
And take me back, or give me the time of day
And maybe I'll just do the same
There's lots to getting on
But never suppress what makes you tick and tock
Then you'll never ever lose your spot
This is how we slip through the cracks when we
This is how we slip through the cracks when we
This is how we slip through the cracks
When we slip in
This is how we slip through the cracks when we
This is how we slip through the cracks when we
This is how we slip through the cracks
When we slip out
We can run till we've ran amok and frantic
It helps me to know you're fine
We can wander till we're dead and gone and reach it
And gaze on its tallest spire
Sound the Eld at it's door and enter again
The center of all space and time
In ascension, you extend the hand to circle
End of 19th, 9, and 9