In traditional fashion
You have fastened it too tight
Fast on the button, slower to zip it up
Low-lit rituals relying on your line of sight
In everything but action
All your passions come alive
I'm exactly what they asked for
You're the lore that won't survive
And you can eat everything on the table
Table it for rain
Reign for twenty years
Or disappear it's all the same
Always right on the red
But you left in a panic
And it's light in your hands
'Cause you don't understand it
Down the spine of your story
Up the sides of your antics
I am it, i am it, i am it
Unpredictable fractions
You attach and then divide
Live for the record, taped for the legacy
One leg ahead of me and every other limb behind
It's checking only after
It's the lying to rewind
It's the classic backhand pattern
And it matters less each time
And you can lead everything for the season
Season every inch
Inch towards twenty years
Then disappear into the mist
Always right on the red
But you left in a panic
And it's light in your hands
'Cause you don't understand it
Down the spine of your story
Up the sides of your antics
I am it, i am it, i am it
Always right on the red
But you left in a panic
And it's light in your hands
'Cause you don't understand it
Down the spine of your story
Up the sides of your antics
I am it, i am it
I am it, i am it
I am it, i am it, i am it