The Arrival

On a couch at the side of a road
 It isn't mine, it isn't mine
 A man is sweeping the grass with a broom
 The rain pouring down, he has no sense of the time
 I turn to fluff a pillow
 A very erratic creature says never quit
 As I pull a stray thread
 The entire world unravels, the world unravels with it
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 Nothing is what it seems
 No one listens just keep pretending
 So focused on one thing
 Everything else disappears
 Awoken by a peculiar sting
 I've never felt so incredibly clear
 I follow a crack in the street
 The destination, it ends at a stop sign
 Across the street a child builds a figure
 Whilst her peers hide they'll throw it in the grime
 I say goodbye to a spider
 Then I am hit, hit by a car
 When the world makes any sense
 How terribly boring will that be
 CHORUS
 I stand still where to next
 I have no clue and that's my best guess
 CHORUS