Stripmall Architecture The Droplet Sounds
And on their ascent
Tiny bubbles collide
Become atmosphere
You act like the surface far up above
Is as high as it goes without testing
You've seen others go and come without event
But still you don't touch.
You give up
That's all
You give up
You say, "Well, I'm done"
You give up
You act like the night sky far up above
Is no more than a door
To where you are
And you are the fulcrum on which it all turns
And you never move
And you can not do right at all
And you can not go give it up
