Straight to tomorrow
I will lie here and wait this out
Until you put back the rendering
You’re like a regular checkout

Draw a little line
Walk it where it burns the time
Some days I only need to be
Down to be down, to be down
Down to be down, to be down

Hey, Mr. Muter
I know why you blow all this air
Because inertia is easier
Than making a move that goes bad
We’re on a common thread
We’re on the outside looking in
Piercing through all of your pretend
We’re piercing through all of your pre-

Draw a little line
Walk it where it burns the time
Some days you only need to be
Down to be down, to be down
Down to be down, to be down
Down to be down, to be down
Down to be down, to be down
Ooh

Some days I move alone
With company none but my own
There’s more air, more room to bleed

Down to be down, to be down
Down to be down, to be down
Down to be down, to be down
Down to be down, to be down