All the pieces are where they ought to be But it's clear that we don't look lightly Take a place around the tabletop Make a push to wake the moment up Say, you want to say what's wrong Any way to blow up the cover There's a way through bogs As long as there's a light to discover it Like a twisted stick, let's dig through the sick and find a level space Cinch to say It's a gut that feels all things unknown And a ring within the brain, you know Not ashamed to say the instinct's there But a virtue to deny the bait Know the cost and move to cause an endeavour Globbed onto something In the lawn, there's room to improve As there's a need to uncover it As a joker sucks, let's sift through the muck and lift this empty feel Same old tale Get mixed in this crippling fixture, try and approach the hidden mixtures Get mixed in this crippling fixture, try and approach the hidden nature For a misplaced stash, let's search through the trash and write this ignorant lurch Wicked urge Raise the gab above a whisper, speak to sound a spoiling blister Raise the gab above a whisper, talk to cure a blistered picture