walrus

watch your step

who has your hand?

turned the choir up

in the atmosphere again

i don't know

where i was

all i knew

was that i didn't belong anymore

i got to go back to the city

i got to go back to the city now

i got to go back to the city

i got to go back to the city now

found my place

near the back of a pen

dig myself from the hiss

of the tape again

where's the ceiling

made from his hand

has it been removed

and is now in place of the land?

i got to go back to the city

i got to go back to the city now

i got to go back to the city

i got to go back to the city now

i got to go back to the city

i got to go back to the city now

i got to go back

i got to go back now

i got to go back.