Travels, Deaths, Horoscopes, Classifieds

Have you found out how Every sequence Is about us The moment's passed us by A whisper of something Without us Oh but you've confused my name Somehow, you've confused my name These predictions Start taking shape Follow them down To the next If these things Start making sense Follow them down To the end I must refute this Can't accept there is no Other way to go My satisfaction in this deal Has never been acceptable All due respects to dues of debt When the debts are paid in full When retrospective hand Has turned into a retrospective hole Life's been thrust into a series Of patterns made up of dotted lines Fine print to be deciphered But not to be very well defined Before this ink has finished drying Read the clauses of tiny letters Revealing a path worth trying Let them crawl Through the rows of dotted "I's" A mirror (Mire) of red tape Marks the finish line Scanning slowly If only to reveal Letters falling If only to reveal Something's hopeless If only just to feel Something is hopeless If only just to feel These contract lines Aren't making sense It's time to follow Follow the evidence And I'm sick of you This time was worth Useless ends So sick of you This time was worth Another loose end Only if you Want me too Only if you Want me too