Lines and lines and lines of letters
Symbols and lines and dots and loops
I’ve gone to the edge and I’m fighting right back
I’ve listened to this song, but I’ll hear it again
Stubborn, like the cool glaze of the screen
Penetrating my secret confines only words can expell
But smoothly circulating like that gasp of a tree
Last breath expelled, last hurah for the crowd
It’s a cruel world that lets us go
It’s a friend here that lets us grow