[Verse 1]
The human body always caves in on itself
When I think about it, it’s like 1979
How far away from that behaviour am I?
In air there is nothing, you’re in it, across from me
[Chorus]
Walls are men hiding
And doors are men coming
And chairs are men waiting
And men are things nothing
[Verse 2]
A deeply felt well rankled by indifference
Not turned from but left in suppliant waste
Fear of loss of momentum informs everything
And stages melt, one into another
[Chorus]
Walls are men hiding
And doors are men coming
And chairs are men waiting
And men are things nothing
