| 1. | String between our fingers we can see what we want |
| Chorus: | So we step up to the kitchen |
| 2. | Our web so finely spun that we're stuck to every line |
| Chorus: | (repeat) |
| 3. | Our balance is so thin every hair pulls the trigger |
| Chorus: | (repeat) |
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| 1. | I keep getting caught looking around |
| 2. | Stuck-up and afraid, life's not a hit |
| 3. | We knew something then, more or less now |
| 4. | Chances are that we'll make it, we can see by the light |
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| 1. | Standing facing empty space with a friend I do not know |
| 2. | Inserting key in rusty lock to a place that's always here |
| Chorus: | We want our faith to be turnkey, it's got to go to work right now |
| 3. | Voices singing out of nowhere, voices talking very strong |
| 4. | Now, if you dig this cosmic crap then I think we might agree |
| Chorus: | (repeat) |
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