Standing right there, made up of thin air.
Don’t breathe, don’t blink. Don’t sneeze, don’t sit.
I’ll tell you what now, I’ll tell you how ‘bout.
The pieces don’t fit. That don’t mean I’ll quit.
Fall in then fall out. Take four and drop out.
How 'bout a cold one to bring up an old one?
The voices from downstairs float up and stay there.
Where I’m goin’, the wind ain’t blowin’.
But what's real if it's not right there?
And who's to say if you're wrong again?
And who's to say if you're one of them?
And who are they?
from The Mariner
released November 19, 2014
Words by Nathan.
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