You follow the footsteps echoes leading down a hall to a room. There is music playing tiny bells with moving parts. Here the shadows make things ugly, an effect quite undesirable. The bold and yellow daylight grows like ivy across the wall and bounces off of the painted porcelain, tiny dancing doll.
I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line of the edge And where I walk alone
Read between the lines What's fucked up and everythings all right Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive And I walk alone.