I'm out in the open Falling back in In my old self My darling help While I I sweep the dust from my window In the corners I pile Shed tears in crooked knees My windows they shine It's already here There it's all gone I leave it till the morning But the morning never comes I don't know if I'm ready I don't know if you've heard Two feet off the ground Leaving traces, can't be found But it's not my beam The spectrum of my wailing Drop to the floor On a bender or a railing I can't tell I can't tell if it's here I can't tell if I'm wrong I can't tell if there's light in the dark from my home I don't know where we are I don't know where we go I am already down, but I found a new low.