Take a walk through my dusty head
Slip your fingers over jars of eyes
Ears, words, flesh
Still soft to the touch
Just like I remember
the shadow on the shelf
Is on it's way out
But it's gripping with it's nails
As you can clearly see
Brainstorms are my city bus
Dirty and dripping
But that's how travel works
In here, place to place
Ride them to Paris, it's here
To London Rome and back again
Take the gripper with you
Get it out just get it out
