Link Arms

Eaten if left alone
They'll hold a thumb under their nose
And sniff them out

So, link arms and stay close

Frozen and afraid
Slower now
And not as fresh a taste

So, link arms and stay close

Zone in and sprints backwards
While speaking in reverse
Either that, or they're all dancing past
As the lights get low
Around the pulse
And it gets colder still

A collection of leaflets
Holding a thought together
The pages start to split
Words move from a language you thought was understood
But held together in front of mirrors
A distance grows
I go deeper into debt by paying in advance

It's just a shadow that I need to keep my eye on

Zone in and sprints backwards
While speaking in reverse
Either that, or they're all dancing past
As the lights get low
Around the pulse
And it gets colder still