I've fallen down these steps before like some detached observernAnd found it hard to simply leavenThe distance became furthernnAbdicate then replace (the history of cities)nTopical geography (tracing all the shadows of the dead sea)nDetention cells where they dwell beneath parisian streets and the shadow shows, above the glare of the holy prosnThe gaze of all the faces made by TussaudnTaming the blood of birth pangs hauntednnSpectres of patterns that cannot grownIt echoes reflections that spell N OnArchaic CalligraphynIt is a sanctuary horror softly impliednImportance lives in numbers that you can't definenLike the hierarchies of all the flying pigeonsnnOn the path I felt I was being chased towards some kind of hovering hospitalnBefore you knew there was a law in placenNow it's an eye for an eyenDon't believe when they say they've been misplacednThey make earnings each time they're tricking younThey're made to exist only to change face for younnHiding behind a veil that's furled nSwear there is somethingnAnd chance is just a broken dream made up of nothingnAn ancient box of someone's charms kept from a young timenIt can never be made up all though it looks that way to younnPlease keep your mind on itnYou'd better look out cuz they wanna play tricks on you