you're moving borders

and I'm moving out of this old town

you got away with everything criminal

that you could find



you're in the water noticing everthing

that comes your way

your iris blackens

my insides out

around it all



and half of you don't understand

the other half's too sick to mention

and half of you don't give a damn

the other half's losing sight



i'm on the floor now

counting the histories that you repeat

you got a system

waiting for engines to turn their heads



and half of you don't understand

the other half's too sick to mention

and half of you don't give a damn

the other half's losing sight



you and me

it's plain to see

coming down

overhead



you're in the buisness of noticing everything

that comes your way

you're looking cock-eyed

and I'm living cocky, one more time