"Your distress is confounding the tightrope walker Just so we’re clear, you’re saying we’re all lost? Maybe I’m wrong but weren’t we just dancing? Oh, the way that we moved had every marauder curious Sniffing at the trash in our shoes Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears I don’t miss that much about anything you said After all we’ve never met I’ll get it right and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon."