I'm busy running in circles
I'm busy looking for cool shade
A piece of symmetry for balance
A place where something good can be made
There are puzzles in the daylight
There are mazes when the sun shows
Maybe a clear path at the night time
But in the blackness no one really knows
...And we explode
Meet me somewhere lost in the air
There's a weight that's pressing
Catatonic on the cold floor
Decisions and indecisions
We could wait here or go look for more
...And we explode
Meet me somewhere lost in the air
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