When one line refuses to cover
When his heart is already tied to another
If it is traced from the cycle I'm in
When the turn stops the next one begins
One ten second relapse to meander [?]
Endanger to the point of a stinger
Now it's stuck in my gut
Is it my turn to keep these things shut

Sometimes you dream of people
Older than your city in the back of your mind
The pages tear away from the spine
Then it's your turn to make our mind
Five wings and the poacher has me
Staring like you don't want to see
We call it a blast from the past
We can fly by to make it last