Even in buildings and still alleys, there is a sneaking threat breaking innA little like fog, a little like heat, too much like an invasion of safetyn(Breaking in) I don’t know why the dogs are barkingn(Breaking in) Or why the gate is shakingn(Breaking in) It’s not just the roof settlingn(Breaking in) What is it that has followed me?nI really do wish you had minded your eyesnAnd now a chain has been set off that can’t be wound back upnAnd late in the night there’s a clanking and clanging of soundsnWay too loud outsidenEyes perpendicular to the groundnPulling the corners down even morenWhen they moved from top to bottomnA cringe came to catch up with me later onn(Take it back) When my feet run the things I sayn(Take it back) Retreating back to what is safen(Take it back) A self protection policyn(Take it back) In spite of all that it still has followed menI really do wish you had minded your eyesnAnd now a chain has been set off that can’t be wound back upnAnd late in the night there’s a clanking and clanging of soundsnWay too loud outsidenBlack face and white wool…I’m counting but it doesn’t helpnAnd if you had just minded your eyesnI wouldn’t be so wound up as I’m winding downnAnd on my shelves all my trinketsnShoved aside for what’s way too loud outsidennThe streets growing out stringsnTugging the line, subtracting the winksnFollowing something I’m hearingnDoors will scare me, windows leave me blindnOn the tips of my toesn(Following) Trailing the tracks between the gray and glisteningn(Following) A changing face loses shapenWhat is it that I’m following?