I compose, every center, every perspectiveany part is a nose
I propose, a way of looking, or a way of looking past this
Our redemption shows perfect stillness
Baby Love, is the shadow of our existence
Any wiseman knows to keep his distanceits not enough my desire fake some illnessevery liar knows to keep his stillnesswell i am stillness
I arose from the backplate, from the blank slatei remember smokeand all the fires of 
November paint our blood on our back doorsand i remember him still at the cornerhes still at the corner
Baby time, is the shadow of our existenceany wiseman knows to keep his distanceits not enough my desire to fake some illnessevery liar knows to keep his stillnesswell i am stillness