Bagheera
Idle
We were headed south on 29the clock spoke of the lapsefrom a severed nerve in the back of timethe bridge was out we jumped the synapseand we're off the road and off the clockand though the hedges that we're bettingwill slow us down and absorball the details that you're sweatingand we won't know until we get thereif sense of timing has been impairedhands are broken digits despairpressing forward until we get therehurry up before the sun burns out
From Letras Mania