I was met on the road by a face I once knew

Shapeless was his frame and his colors were few

We went out for a time but his sentence is in

Climbing in to the eye where the numbers begin

Go back down  don't touch the ground
Go back down  don't touch the ground
Go back down  don't touch the ground
Go back down  don't touch the ground

I was met on the road by a face that was mine

Shapeless was his frame and his colors were few

You can never go home if you were never shown

Spots on the irises bleed where the numbers were born

Go back down  don't touch the ground
Go back down  don't touch the ground
Go back down  don't touch the ground
Go back down  don't touch the ground