Algiers
Mme Rieux
[Verse 1]
She always is standing on a ledge atop the landing
And we feign a smile because we've reached an understanding

[Verse 2]
Not to think or dwell on anything
Anything of import
Despite this precarious precipice

[Verse 3]
And our conversation drags from the slight to exegesis
And her voice begs for comfort
But I cannot resist
To lie about my relationship
My relationship with that word: Abstraction
Abstraction
Abstraction
Abstraction