Murexa

Things are moving sideways, they are tracing every step
It starts a circle, it starts connection
Not waiting for a net, jumping reckless, set still surveillance some switch, turned on

Through back doors, back doors, through back doors

I thought it was as it seems
But everyone is alone

Streetlights in the distance shed light on gravity
As the traffic moves to the clothes he's seen
Where the spilling of secrets on the floor
Cause to question deep in our hearts

I can hear it calling out to disappear again