[Verse 1]
Sparked and
Instilled
Precautionaries are
Prime
On
The dial

[Bridge]
Pulling back
As the

[Verse 2]
Rotary call
Falls over the senses
I am disturbed
And fickle
And it is not
By chance the
Air waves

[Verse 3]
Go dead
On this hour
This pattern
Slips into
A groove
[Outro]
"We've met before, haven't we?"
"I don't think so. Where was it that you think we've met?"
"At your house, don't you remember?"
"...no, no I don't. Are you sure?"
"Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now."
"What do you mean-- you're where, right now?
"At your house."