Testo: Small Brown Bike. Nail Yourself To The Ground. So I Fall.

If I keep wandering around this house, I'll die. If I keep walking around this town, I'll die. So I fall or find something that lifts and puts all the blood back into my veins. If I keep driving down this street, I'll die. If I keep talking about this mess, I'll die. So I fall or find something that lifts and puts all of the love back into my veins