I thought I heard a story circulating
Wrapped up in us, made up by
You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut
Blink twice, then make the call
Make it right

Feel the ride bearing down on us
Rolling back our eyeballs
Insist not my problem

A wince, react, just takes much longer
Between the cracks, from the wall to the floor
Heard that one before
You trust while I reach down pull the strap shut
Blink twice, then make the call
Make it right

Feel the ride bearing down on us
Rolling back our eyeballs
Insist not my problem

One minute now, from here on out
Facing backwards and inside out