Croaking like a frog Shivering like newborn slugs Trickling in; the water sighs Shifting in my room at night Climbing through empty windows Driving in empty train cars AC fills up the living room Sitting down; play you on a loop Crunching gear, in the top of my head Making a fuss; blank expressions I'm lying in the grass All alone I'm lying in the grass I'm alone Machinery pounding Squeezing my skull Machinery pounding A deep blue lull And run through the palm; My fingers bent And stretched along the coast And I will fix you to play on a Loop if I come tell you when